The funny thing about waking up is when I actually tell myself to get up and kill my alarm. When I do, hooray for me!, but there are times when I go back to sleep telling myself only 5 more minutes only to wake up after 30 minutes. Yeah, this happens most of the time. Why does it feel great to sleep so long being curled up in a cozy bed? Even so when the sky is dark, it's raining hard, but it's already late morning. Did I mention anything about being curled up in a cozy bed?
I had a swimming competition to attend to that morning. I wasn't very much excited about it because it wasn't that big an event. Although it would be a great way to challenge myself to beat my records.
On the way to the place where the event was going to be held I saw Levi and Marnel, both were on their bikes. Levi was coming out of UP, going to CP Garcia, and Marnel was on the road going to Marikina. It made me rather envious because I want to have my own bike, a racer, although I couldn't afford one because I'm still studying. According to mama, I need to focus on my studies first before I could get a job, even if it's just part-time - I could work during the summer, but not during regular semesters. So until then, I wouldn't be able to generate extra income. There are other means like irregular part time jobs (officiating in races, competitions, etc.), and simply asking for it.
Anyway, back to the swimming competition. The water was freezing cold; it's as if it came straight out of the fridge. It's one very good reason why a swimmer should keep going during warm-up. Events kept coming, and when it was time for my first event, which was the 50m butterfly, there was this nervousness that crept inside my head. I thought this was supposed to be for fun, but why am I feeling this way? What the hell. I plunged into the freezing water and swam like a constipated whale. Kidding. It's a funny thought that I don't really have a record on the 50m butterfly. But since our team needed to give our times on our events, they gave my 50m butterfly a 39.41. For the rest of the events that came, it was no big deal already. The 50m backstroke was great even though i was rather slow. I was looking up at a blue sky. For a while I guess I was distracted. The water was cool, the sky was so blue - it was an awesome feeling. The most awesome feeling above all awesome feelings I was experiencing was when I beat my personal record in the 50m breaststroke. And lastly, the 50m freestyle - i beat my PR on that one too. Here are the times:
- 50m butterfly: 39.31
- 50m backstroke: 44.something
- 50m breaststroke: 36.15 (my old PR was 38.21)
- 50m freestyle: 32.69 (my old PR was 33.12)
Turned out to be a good swimming competition :)
When I got home I immediately fell asleep as I crashed into my bed. It felt good to be back in bed after a groggy and tiresome morning. By the time I woke up it was already almost 7 in the evening.
You know what I like about parties? It's alright to be an hour late, or more, and nobody cares! I was partying all night with my friends. It was the wildest moshing I've ever done in my life. Now I know how it feels how to mosh that wild, and I understand why a lot of people do it. Oh the adrenaline! \m/ And another thing I like about these parties: once someone gets drunk, it's a comedy show. But of course this party in particular is better than any other party - it's because of the people. Looking forward to another one.
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