I wanted to give it a try. After all I needed only one good run. I had to wait untill the chop got more or less "acceptable" later in the afternoon, but the wound was still very painfull . My bad luck simply continued, while I sat in the ambulance and got my foot ducttaped (and squeezed in a 2 sizes to small bootie to surpresse a bleeding), my mast snaped! the 2nd in a few days time, never had that before! Ofcourse he got stuck in the luff pocket. After smashing it to smithereens with a steel bar, cutting it whit a saw and derigging, the wind started to fade away. The first 2 runs were extremely painfullI, every chop was a needle in my foot. But then adrenaline/endorphine took over! Run 3 felt great, but I wasn't carrying enough lead to profit of the last gust of the day...I did what I could and set 5 runs in 50 minutes in the dying wind. It's sour to not have set a new record while everybody else did the other day, but life (somethimes) sucks! Maybe next time.