Friday, December 18, 2009
- unslightly tanlines
"Everybody hates me because I'm so universally liked." -Peter de Vries
Ooh, I like this. Humorous. But nothing much to comment on. Moving on...
Today I went swimming again. 10+ in the morning. It was quite cold. I was shivering as I went in and after about two laps, patches of my skin on my arms and legs felt a little numb.
Awesome! Anyway, since I showered there and there wasn't a mirror in the cubicle, it was only when I came home and showered after badminton that I saw the tan lines on my back.
I took a double-take on seeing them. Me, someone who swims often (I wouldn't classify myself as a swimmer - I'm not good enough), who should be used to tan lines. They were really... wow. You can't really imagine them unless you have that distinctive tan lines yourself or you have seen them. It's the tan lines only swimmers can get because for swimming costumes are tight and so the lines are exactly... distinctive, unlike FBTs or something. And tan lines on a swimmer's back are especially contrasting because they get the full glory of the sun pelting (to use a xiaohan word :D) on my horizontal back. I couldn't possibly convey the extent of the distinctiveness and the contrast here. Okay, imagine someone drew all over my back, and filled in two shades: a deeper shade of my usual tan, and a colour that's close to Leen's skin fairness. And the outlines are super definite. It's like, as I said, as if someone drew lines with a pencil or something all over my back that kind of distinct. I'm still wow-ing over them.
(Oh, be warned. The following is a lot of ranting about swimming. So, consider yourself warned!)
Anyway, I feel frustrated by swimming today. It struck me how
bad at swimming I really was. There was a group of swimmers there, with an instructor. I think they were competitive swimmers, which means their strokes are well, awesome. Like the school swimmers. Generally, my strokes are kind of average - my breaststroke/frog style, survival back stroke, side stroke are still okay (and obviously these are of the "survival" kind). But my butterfly, (competitive) back, freestyle downright SUCK. Especially butterfly. I'm very displeased with it. Problem is, I don't know if my co-ordination is even correct. Like for breaststroke, it's one kick, one pull, one breathe. And, you get the idea. But I've been taught for butterfly, it's every two kicks is to one pull - kick, kick + pull at the same time and so on. But it doesn't seem to work. It's super tiring for my arms. After half a lap, I'm dying. I manage to (I wanted to say 'crawl' but it doesn't seem to apply in the water...) flop/swim my way to the end. My bro said when he went for the Tuesday class (we go on Thursdays but he had to change due to CCA), he told me his co-ordination was slightly different and also, our instructor taught him the second kick to dive down deeper (if you know, in butterfly you swim with your whole body flopping like dolphins' tail action thing...) and when you surface to pull/for air it's easier to pull. But I'm afraid of learning it in case it's wrong. I mean, it wouldn't really matter but I don't want to be swimming my whole life a wrong stroke... Result: emo mood.
Okay, with that ranting of my chest now, I have nothing much to say. Except mousehunt is superlatively irritating. I hate events. They interrupt my schedule. Now I'm stuck as a legendary who hasn't even completed furoma yet. Pfft. Anyway, there's tuition tomorrow. And homework's far from completed. But I don't care that much now. But my mom's making me (alliteration!) finish it. Too bad for me I guess.
|sand! ;D| 7:35 PM|
