Monday, May 30, 2005
"pause in front!"
the quote of the day. i haven't heard this line for quite a while, but it made its appearance at training today. coz tt's when we're learning to perfect our technique. endurance is 1 thing, but we can't get very far if we're all chapalang. so today was stroke-correcting day!
and first of all. i had to bring the banananananas to sdba. kanina. bloody hell had so much problems carrying the damn bananas shoe bag bag and paddle and trying to bolt my front door. tt's the thing about being the only one at home. you have to do everything yourself. i wish i had the banana duty on a day when my dad could fetch me down. those bunches of bananas are fucking heavy. one bunch ok. two bunches manageable. but i had to lug 3 fucking bunches down to sdba. and i think i missed the stupid erratic never on time bus 67. fortunately i was lucky enough to spot an empty cab, which is a real rarity during the morning rush hour.
the run through kallang park kinda killed me. i rem a time when i used to love running. i don't know where it's gone, coz running just means a lot of pain. but i can't give up. it gets so frustrating sometimes when i really cannot breathe, or when my leg muscles just scream in pain and i push myself through sheer... well, whatever it is i use to push myself with. i feel like such a burden to my partner sometimes. today pinxiu was such an angel. she stayed with me and encouraged me throughout. and there was this fucking old man laughing at me coz i was so damn slow. fuck it lah.
rowing was a lot better than running, of course. the tide today was so fucking low we could row mud at cosy bay. we were correcting our strokes today, and apparently i don't have a good enough front catch coz of the positioning of my punching arm, so i had to force myself to change tt. but even though i had expected today to be a bit less xiong than if we did endurance and tyres alone, i was wrong. 100 of "pause in front" strokes is a KILLER. you could see our arms literally shake with exertion as we struggled to keep them at tt angle before punching them in on mona's count.
and as usual, the girl cannot multi-task. whenever she checks our strokes as a coxswain, the boat goes haywire. today we ended up running into (another) canoe. ended up in a erm... 'confrontation' with the school's canoeists after rowing. but fortunately it seemed the only reason they wanted to talk to us is coz they didn't want to get into trouble with their teacher-in-charge. so tt was ok with us. just get the teacher to call mona and verify with her can liao. wahahaha.
so after tt was the usual pull-ups. damn tiring. and then dips. whereupon mona started laughing uncontrollably, which totally made her counting danm off, much to the suffering of the group doing the dips then. and my bananas were half-spoilt... i think from the rain yesterday. kanina. *pout*
lunch today was only 4 people: geok, mona, vic and me. or rather, 4 people until geok's si geena siblings joined us for lunch @ PS pastamania. bus 16 took a damn long time to come. we could have grown roots just waiting. and while walking to PS another curious old man wanted to see how heavy my paddle was. i was so stunned i didn't know what to do.
speaking of which, pastamania's vongole pasta with tomato sauce is not bad, even if its minestrone is too sour. and i tagged along with mona and vic to gnc to watch them buy vitamins and look at supplements. ooh. supplements. i realise tt a lot of hot bods are all... CHEATS!!! CHEATS CHEATS CHEATS CHEATS CHEATS! what "diet and good exercise"? rubbish. it's all protein and creatine and caffeine. makes me wonder what will happen if you stop the supplements. will you shrink? will you grow lumpy? or flabby?
hmm.
left mona at dhoby ghaut mrt on the subject of breasts. me being flat and wide. *sigh* how sad. like i've said countless of times, inclined and chest press doesn't work for girls. it makes you wider and flatter only. oh well.
went to california fitness centre to hang out for a while. well, not really hang out there. i'm a new member. tried to do more running, but i alternate between running and walking. kanina. i'm damn pised with myself. in the end the friend i was supposed to meet showed up really late, so i went to subway to da pao my dinner and go home.
i hate bringing the damn paddle around. it's so fucking bulky. i can't walk around anywhere without an excess of barang barang, i find it so hard to do things like pay for stuff or whatever because i can't juggle everything, i bang into people or peopel bang into me all the time coz i have a much increased surface area... ARGH!!! and people keep asking me abt it. they call it a "stick".
anyway now tt i'm home i'm waiting for my laundry to wash. need to hang it up to dry now. buh-bye.
and first of all. i had to bring the banananananas to sdba. kanina. bloody hell had so much problems carrying the damn bananas shoe bag bag and paddle and trying to bolt my front door. tt's the thing about being the only one at home. you have to do everything yourself. i wish i had the banana duty on a day when my dad could fetch me down. those bunches of bananas are fucking heavy. one bunch ok. two bunches manageable. but i had to lug 3 fucking bunches down to sdba. and i think i missed the stupid erratic never on time bus 67. fortunately i was lucky enough to spot an empty cab, which is a real rarity during the morning rush hour.
the run through kallang park kinda killed me. i rem a time when i used to love running. i don't know where it's gone, coz running just means a lot of pain. but i can't give up. it gets so frustrating sometimes when i really cannot breathe, or when my leg muscles just scream in pain and i push myself through sheer... well, whatever it is i use to push myself with. i feel like such a burden to my partner sometimes. today pinxiu was such an angel. she stayed with me and encouraged me throughout. and there was this fucking old man laughing at me coz i was so damn slow. fuck it lah.
rowing was a lot better than running, of course. the tide today was so fucking low we could row mud at cosy bay. we were correcting our strokes today, and apparently i don't have a good enough front catch coz of the positioning of my punching arm, so i had to force myself to change tt. but even though i had expected today to be a bit less xiong than if we did endurance and tyres alone, i was wrong. 100 of "pause in front" strokes is a KILLER. you could see our arms literally shake with exertion as we struggled to keep them at tt angle before punching them in on mona's count.
and as usual, the girl cannot multi-task. whenever she checks our strokes as a coxswain, the boat goes haywire. today we ended up running into (another) canoe. ended up in a erm... 'confrontation' with the school's canoeists after rowing. but fortunately it seemed the only reason they wanted to talk to us is coz they didn't want to get into trouble with their teacher-in-charge. so tt was ok with us. just get the teacher to call mona and verify with her can liao. wahahaha.
so after tt was the usual pull-ups. damn tiring. and then dips. whereupon mona started laughing uncontrollably, which totally made her counting danm off, much to the suffering of the group doing the dips then. and my bananas were half-spoilt... i think from the rain yesterday. kanina. *pout*
lunch today was only 4 people: geok, mona, vic and me. or rather, 4 people until geok's si geena siblings joined us for lunch @ PS pastamania. bus 16 took a damn long time to come. we could have grown roots just waiting. and while walking to PS another curious old man wanted to see how heavy my paddle was. i was so stunned i didn't know what to do.
speaking of which, pastamania's vongole pasta with tomato sauce is not bad, even if its minestrone is too sour. and i tagged along with mona and vic to gnc to watch them buy vitamins and look at supplements. ooh. supplements. i realise tt a lot of hot bods are all... CHEATS!!! CHEATS CHEATS CHEATS CHEATS CHEATS! what "diet and good exercise"? rubbish. it's all protein and creatine and caffeine. makes me wonder what will happen if you stop the supplements. will you shrink? will you grow lumpy? or flabby?
hmm.
left mona at dhoby ghaut mrt on the subject of breasts. me being flat and wide. *sigh* how sad. like i've said countless of times, inclined and chest press doesn't work for girls. it makes you wider and flatter only. oh well.
went to california fitness centre to hang out for a while. well, not really hang out there. i'm a new member. tried to do more running, but i alternate between running and walking. kanina. i'm damn pised with myself. in the end the friend i was supposed to meet showed up really late, so i went to subway to da pao my dinner and go home.
i hate bringing the damn paddle around. it's so fucking bulky. i can't walk around anywhere without an excess of barang barang, i find it so hard to do things like pay for stuff or whatever because i can't juggle everything, i bang into people or peopel bang into me all the time coz i have a much increased surface area... ARGH!!! and people keep asking me abt it. they call it a "stick".
anyway now tt i'm home i'm waiting for my laundry to wash. need to hang it up to dry now. buh-bye.
# posted by Kitana @ 5/30/2005 09:00:00 PM 
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Hey.. you'd never be a burden.. We love you!!! We all have our struggles (like me and my cmi sit ups) and fuck that old man's words lah.. Jia you!! don't feel bad k.. (=
hey dear! haha i know you're yirang lah. anyway thanks for your words of reassurance and encouragement. they make me feel a lot better abt myself. i'll def improve! :) don't ever want to let the team down.
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