22
I can’t remember when’s the last time I got up this early. 5:45 a.m. early (and yes I was getting up, not going to bed or still awake, at 5:45 a.m.)
And I can’t remember when’s the last time I went swimming. (Well I do kinda remember, maybe, like 3 or 4 years ago.)
I registered myself to the early-morning swimming class at De Anza College since I know myself so well that I believe this is probably the only way to get myself to do *some* regular exercise. I missed the class twice already. I totally forgot about it on Monday (I thought it’s not starting ’till next week), and I totally overslept on Wednesday, got up around 6:45 (and of course went back to sleep after realizing that I overslept.) I guess the guilt finally kicked in since I can’t sleep well last night, afraid that I’m gonna miss the class again. See, THAT’s how taking a class helps. ~”~
Anyways, I’m SO out of shape these days, that I panted like my cat on a hot day after the first 8 laps. My brother will probably laugh his head off after he knows this. ’cause this is the first “distance” we had to complete when we were kids in order to be “rewarded” by our dad. Apparently my skills are still there, though, ’cause the instructor asked me if I was a “high school swimmer” after I did the kicks for 100 yards (and almost dying). I guess I still got good kicking form, whatever that is. After another, err, few laps, can’t remember how many ’cause I was panting all the way through and can’t think clearly, he thinks I got the “high school strokes”, too. Exactly what that means I’m not sure, since I didn’t go to high school in the States. But I guess it’s a good thing.
Out of no where, the instructor decided to ask me how old I am in front of all these people when we’re resting. I almost wanted to say “it’s a secret”, but I guess it’s against my nature to do that. I blurted out “30″, thinking at the same time that I’ll actually be 31 VERY soon, and feel that there’s silence, and everyone’s staring at me, and, and, and… or it’s just my imagination?! The instructor looked surprised, and said, “I think you can pass as 22 easily.”
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
No wonder they stopped id’ing me when I buy beer. ;)
It IS good to exercise!
