In both races last night, that’s how we came out of the leeward rounding. Both times, we struggled to survive in a poor lane. Both times, we had an opportunity to escape, but missed it because we (mostly I) were too busy lamenting how we’d landed ourselves in this unfortunate predicament. Yes, in other words, I was bitching about the past instead of focusing on the future. Someone should tattoo that on my forehead, or maybe the inside of my eyelids, so I’d be more likely to see it at the right moment.