I find it funny how one little thing can make your day. I don’t think this is something that happens often, but when it does it is usually something very simple, something just a little out of the ordinary. That happened for me today. And Will, you’ll have to excuse me for laughing at your expense.
In Bath, being in the school’s band wasn’t the stereotypical nerd-fest. Instead, it was a conglomeration of pretty much everyone; nerds, jocks, emos, Goths. Me, I played the trombone. I wasn’t too bad either, once even had a solo to Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire…well, I wasn’t very good actually, my father laughed through the entire solo.
BUT, my brother Will was also in the band. And yesterday as I was walking through Ghent, I was reminded of this very fact and could not stop laughing. For Will played the clarinet, and as I walked and saw a band with a trumpeter, an accordionist, a drummer and a clarinetist, I could not help but laugh out loud. I then slyly shot a picture and went on with the rest of my day, happy as could be.
Just a few more days of sitting around and then one last race over here. I’ll be at Braschaat on Sunday racing one more 15. I’m hoping to be a little more aggressive than I was in Ghent, and if I rig, I rig. I’m looking forward to giving one last go at the 15 for this year.
I have a mini-workout tomorrow and then Saturday will be used for relaxing and packing up. I leave Monday out of Brussels, and not going to lie, looking forward to getting back in the states.
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