That I get really, really sad.

Tonight would be the night that we're out partying in Islamorada or Hollywood with all of my sailing buddies... we'd have setup the boats, or we would be finalizing repairs to Brett's boat in preparation for a 500-some-odd mile north to Tybee Island.

Its no secret that I've been out of catsailing for the most part for a long time - since the Tybee stopped I'd gather. Someone moved my cheese - and I've yet to find the motivation to find new cheese to get me back on a boat regularly.

The Tybee was more than just a race to a lot of us (I named my dog after the race) - I know Trey feels the same way I do... every regatta we used to roll into would be just another primer and practice for the "big dance" in early May. Its almost like a job getting ready for it, and keeping in shape for it, and keeping the boat in order, and doing the logistics (well ok, Allie did that for us Thank GOD) but when it stopped happening - a big part of what made me get up every morning and made me motivated to make myself better stopped happening too.

I know its just not me, I've spoken to others in the community that ache for it to come back again. I just drove home this afternoon from a nice day on the beach at Flagler. I had my dogs with me, my wife, and my fishing poles and the WHOLE time I was looking at the wind on the water and wishing that I was on the Nacra out there crashing through the first set of rollers.

I just hope it happens again before I'm too fragile to do it - because I really want a reason to start sailing again.