This is me, swimming in Backstroke. It’s a strange drawing of mine, isn’t it?
Maybe I tend to influence people around me with my quirks and twists; maybe everybody is influencing everybody else with his or her quirks and twists. Last year, I started the “Do It” movement. Some colleague of mine told me that they have even started saying “do it” outside their work. This year, I am starting the “It’s So Strange” movement. I bumped onto my colleague this morning and he ended his comment with “it’s so strange”. Uh oh. What have I done?
“It’s So Strange” is a wonderful comment. It could mean I-don’t-like-it-but-hey-who-am-I-to-comment? Or it-is-crap-but-there-is-nothing-we-can-do. How about OK-we’ve-tried-our-best-and-it’s-beyond-us? Or simply, I-can’t-explain. By saying “it’s so strange”, I find that people become less defensive and more curious about what makes me think that way. Instead of hating me, they empathize or sympathize my puzzlement. And for those who truly understand why I say “it’s so strange”, we all laugh at the dark side of the humor.
Today is a strange day. I woke up this morning still having this backache. Maybe I spent too much time at Azeroth over the weekend; maybe I spent too much time hunting mouse at Facebook. I must have sat too straight, or stood too straight, I got a lousy backache. Usually the backache would go away with my morning stretching ritual, but it didn’t.
On my way home I said to Cynthia, “I should go for swimming or jogging”. Why did I say that? Maybe I am inspired by some new blogger friends who are into sport; maybe I am inspired by so many friends out there who are suddenly into all kinds of sports. Almost like a conspiracy. It’s so strange.
So Cynthia offered to cook dinner while I headed for a swim. Ah, the beautiful blue swimming pool. I dived slided into the pool, inspired by Michael Phelps, I tried to rotate my shoulders while doing Breaststroke. Breaststroke used to be a walk-in-the-park style for me but I was panting hard after one lap. That’s no good. Then I switched to Freestyle. Couldn’t last the entire lap (small pool at my condo some more). Uh oh. I couldn’t even got my arms completely off the water with my Butterfly style.
Damn.
What I could do though, was Backstroke – one of my weakest styles besides Butterfly. It was dark and I have to count my stroke in order to avoid hitting the wall. By the time I got out of the pool, water droplets all over my body, there were ladies siting around the pool, young girls walking around the condo, businesswomen returning from work. There I was hardly able to walk feeling all naked with my six …
Anyway, once I made it home, Cynthia greeted me and said, “So you feel like a rock star right?” She always feels great after the exercise. I was panting, my head was pounding. Duh!
Good thing is, my backache is gone, for now.