Wee! I made my first 1000m swimming! *Throws confetti* So I went swimming again yesterday (duh, what else I can do now I’ve injured my back), then there’s no one at the pool. I was so scared, then a dude came to my relief. BUT, he seemed to be in and out of the pool. Like he needed to text someone. So when he’s outside the pool, I’m thinking if I need to play pretend to be outside the pool too? Like every 10 mins or so he jump out of the pool.

But no, I didn’t follow through. Instead the courageous me continued swim. Yes, I’m afraid actually. Like a crocodile would come ambush me from sideways. I’m already beginning to imagine the ugly snout and creepy crocodile skin texture. I starting to scan my surrounding instead of focusing on my breathing and strokes and glide. Gah…. then a lightbulb moment occured to me, that is to focus on something I like. Ding! Yes, fried chicken. Mekdi Ayam Goreng. I start to imagine how crunchy it is, the fragrant onion flavor that goes well with it, the juicy satisfaction on each bite, how well it goes with McD tomato sauce, etc, etc. For a while, I was less scared. And continued swimming.

After awhile I am back to swimming tempo, kick, glide stroke, kick glide stroke. Annnnnnnd, I made it to my 1000m. Not easy, but it paid off. That sense of achievement, for beating your own record and personal goals are always the most satisfying one. Even a bucket of ayam goreng can’t beat it. Yatta!