At the request of my Beloved Not-So-Little Friend I shall write this post on yesterday.
I woke up unwillingly on a Saturday morning (as usual) to find myself preparing for a 2-hour long session of torture on the water. We did 4 x 500m (which I screwed up thanks to a certain purple dinosaur who cut my lane and (separate issue) the resistance- causing tapes patching my boat up), 4 x 400m (where I switched wave and suddenly got my morale times 12423415039) and 4 x 200m (which was quite fun). Then we went to wash our boats (with me stoning 99% of the time). Training as usual I guess.
After that I went home and ZZZ. Tttiiirrreeeddd... until I woke up and had this sudden urge to message someone... I wonder who :P... Funny that the person was just about to message me too. Scary. Supernatural powers are not something I like to think about.
Then I went for swimming. There was someone there today who was reli reali really... persistent. Haha because of that she had to follow me for an extra lap =). Sprints after that. Luckily they're only 25m. 50m x 1 and I'm exhausted. 50m x 2 and I'm dead. 50m x 4 and I'm in physical science lesson.
Okay that's it. Please note that I try my best not to mention names and I like 3. Cuz there are only 3 types of people in this world. Those who can count and those who cannot.
This post is dedicated to my Beloved Not-So-Little Friend.
