Good Day, Bad Day

On a good day, I am able to dip into the swimming pool and swim 2.5km in one shot, albeit being slow at it. It happened two weeks ago when I joined some friends at the Shah Alam aquatic center. Knowing some of them were there to train for the upcoming swimathon, I knew the distance to swim that day will surely be more than 1.5km. I was doubtful to be able to complete that pre-requisite distance since I’ve not been swimming for quite a while. Fortunately my energy level was there and every part of my body behaved well. So I just swam and swam and swam, and stopped once completed a total of 2500m with some extra energy to go further if I wanted to.

Well, that was on a good day.

On a bad day, I can’t even swim 200m without stopping in between. Just like what happened last Saturday morning at Bukit Jalil National aquatic center. I arrived at the pool with an ambition to hit 3000m, but nothing worked in sync with the goal. Not even close. Heck, I think I swam less than 1000m. However, the presence of some well-known-funny guys made it a day nonetheless.

After the swim, with Syah, Saiful and Shakhir (wow.. 3S gitu).
Sesi menggosip diri sendiri. Itu pasal gelak sakan tu.

I managed to convince Shakhir to join me for the swim, knowing that he had some obligation with his kids making him unable to hit the tarmac with his two-wheelers as he usually does. Syah, Ian, Saiful and Azmar also came. Once we hit the water, the fun began. The focus of attention went to Shakhir, as it was the first time we met for a swim training. He was determined to be better at swimming so we showered him with loads of tips and corrections of his current swimming style. And being joker ourselves, every little points shared became a reason to laugh more and more.

On a separate note, I now know where Syah’s turbo button is hidden. I was swimming behind him, following closely behind the smooth bubble trail he left behind his feet. Then, I purposely tickled his feet as a sign that I’m following him. Out of surprised, that triggered his turbo engine and instantly he changed into a speedboat and all I could see was bubbles and bubbles. Ini orang sangat marabahaya woo. Mengalahkan dugong.

Anyway, about swimming, I acquired the skill and knowledge the hard way, and the long way. I remembered the times where I was so envious to see swimmers doing laps upon laps when I can’t even swim half the pool. I even found it weird that people can float in the water just by doing some kicking and waving actions.

Back then I was a shy guy who was afraid to ask people to teach me how to swim (now I’m still a shy guy... percayalah. hehe). So, I spent lots of time observing how other people swim. Then I mimic them. I spend a good 3 months or more just to be able to swim front crawl (a.k.a. free-style) for 25m without panting or drowning. Another couple of months to observe and learn how to thread water (i.e. floating). It was a long process indeed.

The reason for not taking a swimming coach is that I’m not a patience kind of guy (albeit being a shy guy). I don’t have the patience to be repetitively asked by the coach to do something that I am not good at doing. You know, in swimming there are lots of individual drills you have to master before combining everything and form a front crawl, or breast stroke. There’s the kicking drill, the one arm stroke drill, the body balancing drill, the single and bilateral breathing drill, and many more. And the stamina for long distance swimming does not come that easily as well.

Either way, with coach or without coach, the moral of the story (fullamak!!) is that, if you put your effort into it and stay focus to get what you want, you will get what you want even though you initially think you can’t do it.

So, with a Saturday well spent in the pool laughing more than swimming, I made a plan to go for a long run on Sunday morning. That didn’t happen either as I was feeling lazy to drive 40km all the way just to run. So, with the leftover mood of swimming from the day before, I made myself a coach for my little prince for his first swim training. His first lesson was backstroke.

And I am assisted by my little assistant coach.

I Don’t Think So Dude

On one fine evening while I was resting by the pool wall after repeating laps after laps of swim, a guy I haven’t seen before came near me. He’s in his 20’s, spending more time in the water doing nothing much other than, erm, not swimming. With no offence to anyone reading this, this guy is a bit big sized laterally, having a slight beer belly on his waist.

Him: “Bro, are you an athlete?”

Me: “Ehm, no. Not really.”

Him: “But you have the stamina to keep on swimming for long time. Are you not tired?”

Me: “Of course I’m tired, but this is part of the game lah, bro.”

We continued a little bit more of chat while I wait for my heart rate to stabilize. He then asked me how to get a lean body, and how to remove the excess of fat, especially on the tummy.

Me: “Go and run lah”.

I told him that with good cardiac exercise that one can get from doing stuffs like running, eventually the metabolism rate will slowly increase until one point where the excess fat will be easily burned for the fuel bla, bla, bla.. I was giving him some tips from the top of my head.

He was not so convinced, and asked me whether he can get the same result from swimming. He really wanted to know if there’s any short cut to reduce his belly size.

Me: “Yeah sure, you can also swim. But you need to spend plenty of time doing it to start trigger the ‘endurance’ which will then start burning the fat.”

Him: “Oh, I see. I have also started doing some weight lifting in the gym. Will that work?”

Me: “Yup, it will. But it takes longer time because that is an anaerobic exercise. It’s different from aerobic exercises. The discipline in body building sports is different from running or cycling or even swimming.”

I’m not sure how much he understood me or what I was trying to convey to him. Neither that he agreed, nor nodded his head to my statements.

Me: “Basically speaking, there’s no short cut into getting a flat abs.”

Him: “But my friends said ah, I need to lose the fats in my legs and thighs first, then the fat on my tummy will automatically goes down there to replace the ‘empty’ space. Gravity kan ada".

Upon hearing this, my eyes almost popped out in disbelief. I knew it would be rude to laugh at this point.

Me: “Really ah? I don’t think so lah dude.”

I didn’t want to say anything much, so I just continued on with my swims.

For me, this is scary.

Whichever Comes Later

Initially I had an idea to do a recovery run on Monday evening. But with the thoughts of giving my slightly sore and tired legs a day rest, I went to the pool instead. And this time, I went to the pool with another one-step-up target to beat my own self.

And my target was, to beat the longest distance I’ve swam before, which was 3.3km that I did last week. I know my body was still tired from the 30km run and the travelling by bus in the wee hours, so speed or timing was not part of my target particularly.

So, at 5.30pm I started my swim slowly and steadily. The weather was nice though a bit overcast, and the pool water was crystal clear. And I have the whole diving pool to myself, with no other swimmers around.

Having done more than 1km swims few times before, I was happy that my first km swim yesterday was very smooth, and the timing was quite consistent with my previous timings. Continuing after that 1km, I broke down my target into two; either to swim 4km, or to clock 1.5hrs, whichever comes later.

Yes, whichever comes later.

Passing 1.5km, I noticed my time was few minutes slower than before. I felt a bit down with that, but I quickly tell myself that the aim this time was to get the mileage, not timing.

So, I soldiered on until 2km with even slower timing than before. Then, I started to feel the fatigue in my upper body even though my breathing was still under control. The thoughts of giving it a quit surfaced right away as I completed the 25th loop (i.e. 2.75km).

Now, the mental game has started. I know I’ve done 30 loops (3.3km) before, but that was with a considerably fresh body as compared to yesterday. And as I simultaneously doubt whether I could go further than 3.3km or swim for 1.5hrs, I also told myself not to waste the opportunity to break another personal record. I was also eager to know how it feels to be swimming the same distance as those doing Ironman triathlon, a 3.86km distance.

So, I continued my swim, slightly slower. I noticed that both my stroke efficiency and stroke-per-minute count have reduced considerably due to the fatigue I was feeling.

As I completed my 30th loop with the time of 1hr14min, I did some quick calculation on top of my head and just realized that if I could go another 5 loops, the total distance would be 3.85km, just about the same distance for Ironman swimming. Ok, now it’s time to see if I can break my own personal record.

I was already so physically and mentally tired that sometimes I thought I’ve lost count of how many loops I’ve done. It was like breathe-stroke-breathe-stroke-breathe-stroke all the way and I was glad that I did my 35th loop in 1hr26mins.

Another quick calculation would say that I can do another 2 loops to make it 4km in the 4 remaining minutes I have left.

I tried my best to beat the time with my tired arms and that 2 final loops felt like a very long distance to swim. I touched the pool wall, the same spot where I started my swim and looked at my stopwatch as I completed the total of 37 loops (i.e. 4.07km). My stopwatch showed the time of 1hr31mins.

I was happy to know that I’ve achieved my target. But I was so tired that I can’t even put a smile on my face. I was shivering and my hands skin has shrunk. As I sat by the pool to ease off my dizziness (I’m a single sided breather, only could breathe at one side, therefore cepat pening), I was wondering how would it be if I still have 180km distance to cycle, and to continue that with a marathon distance run.

[Training Log]
Monday: Swim, 4km, 1hr31min, easy

Another One Broken

Once again, when the weather was nice, and the mood was good, I pushed my sleepy headed self in the pool. This time, with a specific target to break my 1hr swim of 2.4km which I did last week.

I arrived back to JB way for work, well past the wee hours of 3.30am in the morning of Monday. Having to wake up for work was another torture. I was sleepy headed the whole of the first half day at work.

The weather yesterday was very good and although I brought along my running shoes, I opted to skip the running in the evening as to give my body more rest. Instead, I headed to the swimming pool. The sun was still shining at 5.40pm when I arrived, and I was ready for another long distance swim just before 6pm.

This time, I chose to swim at the diving pool, which promises no disturbance from the other zig-zagging swimmers at the main 50m pool. The 5m diving pool measures at 25m wide, and 30m long, thus for one loop around it, I can do 110m (25m + 30m + 25m + 30m).

The place where I normally swim. The standard 50m pool is on the left, and the diving pool is on the right.
(Photo cilok-ed from a friend's website)

I set two targets for yesterday’s swim. One, was to break the 1hr swim of 2.4km (I want to see how far I can swim in 1hr). And two, was to see how fast I can swim for 3km.

With the start of my stopwatch I began my non-stop swimming, making loops upon loops upon loops, alone. Somehow I find it fascinating to be swimming at the 5m deep pool, as it gave slightly different perspective. The water was superbly clear and quite warm, and that was nice.

Upon doing 10 loops (i.e. 1.1km), the time clocked was 23 minutes.

I can’t really remember what was inside my mind during that lonesome swimming. Partly I was trying to imagine how is it to swim during Kapas-Marang swimathon (oh, I'm still contemplating), partly I was imagining those Ironman triathletes swimming the 3.8km distance. Later on, few friends joined me, doing their own swim pace. Having set some targets to achieve, I kept on swimming at my own pace. I only stopped for some quick rehydration after every 5 loops (no, I don’t drink pool water. I brought my own water bottle).

At 15 loops (i.e. 1.65km), my time was 35minutes. I was shocked, to be honest. If only I can produce the same result during a triathlon.

I did experience some slight fatigue feeling at the arms and shoulders, but I forced myself further. I forgot now what my 2km swim time was, but after making 24 loops (i.e. 2.64km), my stopwatch was showing 57 minutes.

OK, I achieved my first target which was to beat my previous record. That was a nice feeling, so I thought.

Continued on further, I wanted to see how many loops more I can do in the remaining 3 minutes time I have before reaching 1hr. To my surprise, I completed 26 loops within 1 hour. That reflected a distance of about 2.86km.

I was so happy that I continued swimming, smiling.

At the end, I finished up 30 loops (3.3km) in a total time of 1hr 11min, and I came out of the water feeling so light headed that I almost fell down.

And I know, this new personal record is a tough one to beat or break. But, I will try, nevertheless.

[Training Log]
Monday: Swim, 3.3km, 1hr 11m, easy/moderate

Fun Dive

After a tiring drive down to JB for work on the midnight of Sunday which followed with a lack of sleep, the evening of Monday I spent doing some light swimming. I borrowed my brother in law’s waterproof camera, and brought that along to the pool. I wanted to see my own front crawl swimming stroke, as a mean to better understand what bad habits I am having.

The pool water was very clear, but only after half an hour in the pool that I managed to get a friend to shoot some videos of my swim stroke. I am quite fortunate to have some friends here who were keen enough to share their knowledge on how to improve our swimming strokes.

I am now watching the video of my own swimming stroke repeatedly, and already have noticed how many bad habits I possess. Well, I never took any formal swimming lesson, hence the many inefficient movements I produced that’s causing in lots of drags and non-powerful stroke. Senang cakap, I am still a slow swimmer lah.

I remember Kash once posted about Swim Smooth. It’s a cool website where lots of tips you can catch from there. Don’t forget to bookmark it’s URL.

Visit Swim Smooth website.

Swim Smooth's Hierarchy which you can find in their website.
They cover tips for all range of swimmers, from beginner, intermediate, to pro.
(click image to enlarge)

Apart from that, since it was supposed to be a playful training session in the pool, I asked one of my friends to come with me to the diving pool, which the floor is 5m deep. Then, the fun began!

First, I asked him to shoot a video of me diving 5m down, touch the floor and return to the surface.

Taking in all the oxygen I needed

Blowing out about 30% of my lung content as I made the first move, in the effort not to let the water to get into my nostril when I’m upside down (which is gonna be painful).

Dive, dive, dive!!!

A little bit more…

Touch down!

Time to make the power leg push

If there’s a sound, it should sound like “Zzuuuuussshhh…”

At this stage, there’s no more air in my lungs. Can’t wait to resurface.

The second game we played was that, my friend will dive down and put the camera lying down on the pool floor 5m below before resurfacing, and I will dive down to collect the camera.

I was on the left, and my friend just resurfaced after putting the camera on the bottom floor of the pool.

Making my entrance downwards.

Dive, dive, dive!!!

“I’m comin’ to getcha!”

That was my last breath while resurfacing.

It was fun indeed, but to be doing the free dive multiple times in a short period of time was truly tiring. I love diving, and I love moving under the water. Once in a while when I got tired with continuous swimming, I surely will come to this diving pool to have fun by either diving, or do underwater swim from one wall to another with one breath (approx 25m), or to simply lompat katak from the spring board.

Now, if only I have my own waterproof digital camera… sigh.

[Training Log]
Monday: Swim 30mins, easy/play-play.
Tuesday: Run 48min, approx. 10km, moderate/hard.

Break the Pain

It is fascinating to see how our body adapts to what we do to it, with respect to doing endurance or speed training, and with respect to how it deals with pain.

I have not been swimming since Desaru triathlon in August, not until two weeks ago when the local swimming pool where I normally went to re-opened after being renovated. With roughly 4 months of zero swimming, seems like my swimming muscles are still enjoying their holidays.

When I was training for Desaru long distance triathlon which the swim leg was supposed to be 2km, I could swim 1km very easily without feeling any discomfort. 1.5km was when I started to feel the slight tense in the respective swimming muscles and going up to 2km, I get the satisfactory soreness. That means, tired, but accompanied by some happy feeling.

I even pushed myself once or twice, and managed to up my mileage to 2.5km and 3km. I was smiling after that 3km. Not that I swam fast. But, that 3km was a big milestone for me.

Fast forward to two weeks ago, and even last week, gosh, I don’t know what to call my swimming style was. I mean, yeah I tried the front crawl a.k.a. freestyle, but I barely moved forward and my muscles were aching big time. 15 or 20 minutes in the water was kind of a torture for me. 30 minutes max was my best achievement, and that was last week. I didn’t even dare to count the distance I swam, it would be embarrassing.

The first pain would normally start to attack the deltoid and triceps muscles. I also did not do much of weight training to enhance their strength, thus the feeling of no power to pull during the swim. Fortunately my breathing is still OK, perhaps due to the stamina I gained from running I am currently doing. But as I started to feel the pain, my weak mental told my body to stop swimming and get out of the water.

That was what happened for the past two weeks. And not being satisfied with that, I pushed it a little bit further this week.

I did a 40 minutes swim session on Monday after a 50 minutes run, and another 55 minutes swim session on Tuesday.

The tough part was to survive the first 10 or 20 minutes, when the pain in my underused deltoid and triceps muscles were shooting up to the peak.

Weird enough, the pain slowly went away after half an hour or so, and I could regain some mental strength to keep on swimming. It’s painful to break the pain barrier, but once it is broken, you’ll know you’ve grown stronger. Maybe this is how people increase their pain threshold, by breaking them first.

I can’t wait to be able to swim 2km or 3km again. It’s going to take some time, but I’m so going to enjoy the journey. Plus, it can give some resting or recovery time for my legs. I take this as part of my cross training.

P/s: Some friends have already asked whether I’ll be doing 2010 Kapas-Marang 6.5km swimathon or not (if there’s any), to which I answered, “Maybe not, but we’ll see…”

Be Brave

For those who has swam 6.5km for the Kapas – Marang Swimathon, a 3km swim is like nothing.

And I bet for those Ironman triathletes, they must have done loads of 3km swim (or more) during their training sessions.

But for me, to be able to swim 3km was like a dream come true.

Yup, yesterday was the first time I swam 3km – non stop!

Dream come true indeed.

Why? What is so big deal about that?

Because few years ago, I could not even swim 25m.

Let alone to swim one lap of the 50m pool length. I even thought it was an impossible task. At times I felt like giving it up.

I always envied and amazed at those people who can move swiftly in the water, doing laps upon laps of swimming. Fast or slow it didn’t matter. It looks like they were enjoying their swims, effortlessly.

That seeded the intention in my heart to one day, be able to do as what they do.

Yeah, I’m a very jealous type of person. Jealous at a better person. A jealousy that leads me to work myself harder without doing any harm at that better person.

On a general note, majority of the people in this world know how to run. Fine.

And I am assuming not so many people have trouble to ride bicycles either.

But, there are more people who I came across that don’t know how to swim. Or at least they would say they are afraid of getting drowned.

To think about it, yeah, getting into water might be a high risk – if you don’t know how to survive in it.

Survival requires braveness too. Cowards will never survive successfully for long time.

For me, I think braveness is supported by some knowledge and your own self’s willingness to be brave.

And I believe, braveness can be developed – only if you let yourself to be.

When I was a kid, my family would sometimes bring us to the beach (Pantai Cahaya Bulan in Kota Bharu, Kelantan). And as a kid, I would dash into the waves and tried to do something that looked like a swimming act. I never went anywhere deeper than chest high though, simply because I was afraid of getting drowned.

During the flooding seasons too, I would never go to anywhere deeper than neck high. I was still scared. Yup, I was a bit hard-headed boy back then who had caused some headaches for my parents.

One fine day in the year of 2006 (I think), I went to an Olympic size swimming pool for the first time in my life. A 50m length pool with one end having a depth of 2m, i.e. deeper than my height. I didn’t even know how to swim a proper breaststroke yet, and definitely I didn’t know how to thread water (i.e. floating).

But yet, I braved myself to enter the pool from the shallow end. I didn’t swim much at that first attempt. What I did was to hang by the wall and observe and learn (i.e. acquiring knowledge) on how other people swim and float in the water. I looked from under the water. Well, some swimmers may have thought that I’m that pervert boy who sinks his head under the water to look at female swimmers. Well, I have no control of what they wanted to think or say. I looked at everybody though. Men, women, young boys, elderly people, everybody. Fair, right?

I just needed the knowledge to build my braveness. Hence I have to learn. And hence, I have to ‘look’ at them.

From then on, I kept on learning, and trying, and letting myself to be braver and braver.

I had many nice and happy moments by the swimming pool. Nah, not because of those curvy bodies wrapped in skinny swimming suits. But because I passed lots of small stepping stones in my journey to be able to do as what I can do yesterday. From not knowing how to thread water or swim front crawl (freestyle), to be able to swim 3km non stop.

It was one very long journey for me. Not only weeks or months. But, it has taken me years and years to accomplish it. And my journey is still on the move. My target is much further ahead. And I hope I will get there soon.

So, what if you don’t know how to swim? What would be the solution?

Simple.

Be brave.

I mean, allow yourself to learn and acquire the knowledge on how to swim in any methods you prefer, whether self learning or getting a swimming coach. But more importantly, allow yourself to be brave.

Remember, braveness can be developed – only if you let yourself to be.

Enjoy your swim.

I enjoy mine.

No Jelly Please

I don’t know why, but one thing that is scaring the hell out of me now on the thoughts of doing triathlon at PD this weekend is the JELLY FISH!

Yes, I know they are cute, and soft, and jello-ish, some maybe colorful. But, as it is for snakes, or scorpions, or bees, I am scared at animals that are poisonous or are capable of stinging human being.

Reading from triathlete blogs recently, some of them reported that they get stung by jelly fish during the Xterra off road triathlon in Kuantan and the recent ATM triathlon in Melaka. If a strong triathlete like them said it was painful to get stung by jelly fish, I don’t know what if I get stung too. I can’t imagine. I don’t want to imagine.

I don’t know whether it is because of the water temperature, or is it because of the season, or whatever it is, but it seems that I’ve been hearing more things about people getting stung by jelly fish while swimming in the sea lately.

I really, badly, seriously, truly, high hopingly wish that there will be no jelly fish presence in the area where we will be swimming at PD both on this coming Saturday and Sunday. I don’t mind if they want to watch us swim and cheer for us from under the water by clapping their tentacles, but please leave us alone for that short 1.5km swim. Please don’t touch us or be in our way that we have to touch you. Please, please. Onegai…

If there are any specific tips you may have on how to avoid getting stung by a jelly fish (other than telling me not to go into the water), or at least how to quickly recover from the pain, I beg your mercy please share it with me. Any real life experience will help too. I don't have the luxury of time at this moment to search the entire net-universe. So, your help in sharing is highly appreciated.

I don’t want to be standing alone at the starting line shivering, while everybody else have entered the water. Ayoyo, really scary lah.

Swim – Day 2

It has been about 10 days since I did my first swim. Yesterday was my second day. I went to the gym at around 6pm with the hope that there will be not so many people in the pool. I thought wrong. They only opened 3 swimming lanes, and there were three people including me in my swimming lane. At the other two lanes, two people at each lane. Kacau daun sungguh. If I am a good swimmer ok la jugak, I can think of it as triathlon simulation ke apa ke.

By the way, my arms were not feeling so strong for the swim. I could only do freestyle for 200m, and the rest just do the normal breaststroke. My triceps and shoulders were very the weak. Looks like I did not do balance workout between upper and lower body. Kesian saya.

Or maybe because I didn’t have sufficient energy for the swim since I only had a bowl of cereal + milk for lunch. Breakfast was unintentionally skipped. You know what I mean, hehehe. Lepas swimming balik rumah belasah makan spaghetti with chicken cooked in alfredo sauce. Superb!

Result of Swim Day 2 (Saturday)
Distance: 500m
Time: 12min 44sec

At night after dinner I went out with my housemate to watch Rush Hour 3. I like Jackie Chan’s movie, so this one is not to be missed. The movie was awesome, lots of fights and tricky moves from Jackie, and many jokes too. He is really flexible, tough and fast. More than half of the movie was shot in Paris with the beautiful scenic at the Eiffel Tower. Macam biasalah, at last hero yang menang.

It reminds me a lot when I went to Paris in 1997. Some of the university students arranged a trip to Disneyland Paris, so we joined them. We took a bus from Leicester to Dover, and then crossed the English Channel with ferry to Calais, France. From there, continued our journey with bus to Disneyland Paris. I had lots of fun there. I rode almost all of the roller coasters. But, not so many photos due to the fact I was walking alone most of the times. The other friends of mine were not so keen to do all the rides, they preferred the slow walk jalan-jalan makan angin at the park. It was fun.

We went out from Disneyland at around 6pm if I’m not mistaken. The ferry from Calais back to Dover was scheduled at 1am the next morning. So, they decided to let us lepak at Eiffel Tower until midnight. I couldn’t believe myself that I was standing right underneath the huge steel tower. It was an amazing experience, being in such a romantic city at one of the most famous place in the world. But too bad, I had no girlfriend at that time to share the wonderful moments in life.

Opocot, ter-emotional la pulak. I better stop now. Hehehe.

Swim – Day 1

Do you notice the title for today’s entry? You might be thinking that a “Run – Day 3” title may appear up there, right? I wanted it to appear too, but with both thighs still experiencing the bad lactic acid effect, I had to cancel my running plan. Let the legs have a rest for one day.

Instead, I went for swimming. At first I just wanted to have some relaxing swim-like-a-frog kind of thing, but once I dipped myself into the pool I had a second thought. Let’s try to swim for 500m and see how I perform for my first “official” swimming training.

Set my watch for chronograph mode (i.e. stopwatch mode) and gedebushhh. I started splashing water to the front, left, right and back while struggling myself with the unperfected freestyle to move forward. Pool length is 25m. After the first 50m I felt a bit out of breath and arms felt slightly tight. Took a short 1 or 2 minutes break by the pool, recovering my heart rate and catching up with breathing rhythm. Then I proceeded with the next 50m. After freestyling for 350m I couldn’t do any freestyle anymore. I was totally out of breath and my arms muscles get very tightened. I think my freestyle strokes need more correction and improvement. Anybody wants to volunteer to be my swimming coach, anybody?

I’ve got another 150m to do if I were to achieve 500m. Fikir punya fikir, at last I decided to finish the swim with whatever stroke or swimming style that I used to acquire. Luckily not so many people were around to look at me doing the asal-aku-tak-tenggelam-style or else they would ask me to be their swim guru. Hahahaa.

But hey! I managed to do 500m today. How fast did I go? Don’t bother to ask (or calculate), because I think I swam slower than a fish that swims backwards.

Result of Swim Day 1 (Wednesday)
Distance: 500m
Time: 12min 34sec

I need to get a pair of new goggles, this one is getting blurry. Diorang ada buat goggles brand Discovery Channel tak? Hik hik hik…