It starts from my toes, and I wrinkle my nose

Tuesday, September 25, 2007 changi-pasir ris-ubin-changi.
riding the waves was awesome. fighting the current was terrible. getting shouted at every 10 mins was the pits.
i couldnt sleep last night
tiring? you ask. Yes. Fun? Definitely. A test of endurance? Totally.
I brought home with me a handfull of blisters ready to burst any minute and aching shoulders.
But i also brought home determination, encouragement and a whole load of shouting from coach today. Not directly at me but as a team.
sometimes i think that i think too much for my own good
crossing the channel was scary. It was as if we were paddling with everything we had but never ever getting closer to the beacon. Big ships were passing us every 15 mins or so and we risked getting squashed by them. Thank God that his hand was with us and protected us all the way.
as i told dear neighbour,getting your hopes up will only cause it to come crashing down even harder
singing Hail Jesus you're my King in my head helped. Victory chant :). having water was the best thing anyone could ask for. And bringing mooncakes on the trip was the craziest idea ever. plus peanut butter bread. haha. Oh the little things that my team mates do really helps in the worst of times.
So why am i getting my hopes up as well?i've blocked your friend from my heart. now its you.
and so, i wont be going for the round ubin competition. I admit, im not ready. fact is, i'd rather stick to flat water racing. theres always next year. :) I know i can do it. Its just a matter of when the results show, now or a year later.

read between the lines my friend.read between the lines.