Weekend warrior

What did you do this weekend? This is usually the monday morning topic of discussion around the water cooler at most peoples place of employment. Since my employment finds me flying solo plying the roads of Florida, I get to share my weekend endeavors on the blog.
To sum up my weekend throw in a dash of road cycling up and down the hills of Mt Dora and Eustis, add a couple of hours in the hiking strap while attempting to act like a sailboat racer, and just for good measure try windsurfing while a lunatic power boater circles around creating a swirling vortex the Flying Walinda's would have trouble negotiating and you have a good idea of my weekend.
The bike ride was probably one of the most pleasant rides I have taken in Florida in a long time. I rode along the back side of Eustis over into Mt Dora past several lake sides on calm roads. I wasn't sure you could ride in Florida anymore without dealing with a greal deal of traffic. Once in Mt Dora I stopped by the Chamber of Commerce where they were nice enough to give me several maps of local ride routes.
Did I mention that I have signed up for a triathlon at the end of the month? I needed something to motivate me to get back in shape. More on this later...back to the weekend.
Saturday and Sunday are race day on the boat. Really this is just a good excuse to get together with friends, drink to much and eat to many oysters. Racing for me this weekend was a little disappointing as far as results go. I took a fifth in the first of four races and found myself at the back of the pack in the remaining races. One race of note saw the winds build to a range that I struggle with. In this race I was with the pack on the first 2 legs. At the leeward mark rounding I buried the bow of the boat in deep into the back of the wave. This is trait of the flat bowed scows that I race. Once the bow buries itself in all you can do is hang on for the ride. As the bow goes deep the stern raises out of the water rendering the rudder useless...again hang on for the ride. I was at least 200 feet past the mark by the time I regained control (relative term). Once under control the rest of the fleet was well up the course and my race was over. Oh well, I caught some fun rides surfing down the back of waves and popping onto a plane briefly.