I hate sport and any physical exercise. Swimming is the first sport that I picked up willingly, no one pushed me to go for it but me, myself and I. On the first day, I was oh-so-enthusiastic. The energy level was full. I learn how to take breath in the water. Gee, that was scary, I didn’t dare to sink my head in the water at the first time.

Second day, the energy level was still full. I learn how to hold my breath longer in the water then only release it. It was hard at the first time, but quite fun when I managed to solve the problem. Third day, energy level has decreased to 80%. I learn how to move the leg (frog style).

Fourth day which is today, I’m still doing the same thing. I am bore and tired. Partly because I am doing the same thing with yesterday. The other part is because my hands have to hold on to the swimming pool’s wall all the time. Both of the upper arm’s muscle is in a damn great pain now.

I would want to quit the swimming lesson. But, that is so not me. So, I guess I will continue to rant about my muscle pain all day long and continue my swimming lesson.