A tribute to the rock : )

Attachment days, overlapping with the competition period, is no joke at all.

Competition meant weekends burnt & weekdays zapped of energy from both land & sea training.

Having attachment meant I needed time to read, to think, to reflect and to plan ahead.

When demands on either/both commitments were not satisfied, I really struggled to keep going with my head held high.

During these times, I couldn't have been more grateful for the piece of rock by my side, that had been there silently all the while, for me to lean on to take a rest, for me to grab hold of to help myself up again.

There were days when I left the hospital late, still had to drag myself back to school to get materials, and to attend trainings. Those dreary days were made a lot less dreary by a piece of rock. A ever-stable presence by my side.

A piece of rock that turned up at the hospital to pick me up after midway eval with a bouquet of sunflowers in his boot.

A rock that was there at my race events, to support me, to cheer me on. The rock that rolled over to the finish point in the very first instant to meet me the moment I stepped onshore.

A unique piece of rock it is, with qualities & ability to comfort & console when I having disagreement with chippy. Chippy's a great source of support to me, when I had friction with her, it was hell for me.

A tribute to my rock. :-)