In my whole 30 years of living in this planet, I never would have imagined myself getting into sports in general. Not really a fan of anything that’s guaranteed to make you exhausted and will make you sweat a lot. Except dancing, because dancing is much more fun. Anyway, maybe I can attribute this hate to my low endurance and history of asthma. You see, I get tired easily; a simple jog will have me panting as if I ran a mile. So, I’d rather watch them than be a part of anything sporty.
Flashback from more than a year ago, I got myself involved with the sports, Dragon Boat rowing. I didn’t join because I wanted to but I must admit that I was interested. So I hopped in. Aaaand, it was the most exhilarating and at the same time exhausting thing I ever did in my life in a span of 1 hour. I’m not even sure if I was going to continue doing it or just a one time deal.
Well, it wasn’t just a one time deal because I just got back from the 2nd leg yesterday. Spent the whole day by the bay, enduring the heat. You know it, it looks like I’m here to stay (don’t know until when, though, but I’ll make the most out of it).
Why did I even decide to stay you may ask. Getting up so early in the morning; going through some intense training before I even go to work; spending my Saturday training instead of sleeping in. Honestly, I’m not exactly sure why I pursue this thing. I don’t exactly enjoy enduring the aftermath of intense training; waking up with sore muscles, and can barely move.
And Manila Bay isn’t exactly a place you’d want to go to early in the morning. Though, I got used to the stench I still have to keep in mind that the water of Manila isn’t exactly clean (I squirm whenever I see any floating stuff: trash, dead fish, and greasssse). But, amazingly, I’m able to keep it all in. I no longer mind even if the water splashed towards me, my face, especially on my eyes and mouth.
Maybe I have this little competitive spirit in me that has been waiting to spring up and take over me. Like I said, I’m not good with sports. But instead of giving up, I find myself working harder to perfect the technique, and to take in all the instructions given.
Maybe I love the exhilarating feeling, that feeling of fulfillment of being able to accomplish something that I really worked hard for.
And maybe I wanted to do something that is totally outside my usual routine and prove to myself that there is something that I can be good at.
Still have a lot to learn, though. Lots to improve. But I also just want to test my limits. This is one of those rare moments that I really need to work hard in order to gain the desired results.
So, am I stopping anytime soon? Maybe not yet.
*Disclaimer: I did not take these photos, they were grabbed from Facebook and messenger. Credit to the owners.