MULLER SAILING

My earliest sailing memory comes from lying on the front of my mom's windsurfer. A death grip around the board's nose while we screamed across the water... As a child of the 80s the windsurfer and I are a match made in heaven. The rig has taught me countless life lessons: the joy of freedom while flying across the water; my personal limit while getting pummeled by waves, caught in the rigging; and the reward of hard work and perseverance, when testing my skills against other athletes on the racecourse... As a tween I learned to sit down in a dinghy. A lot of my friends had come out of summer sailing programs and so I jumped in a 420 to start racing with my peers.