My first blog post marks the end of the stupid Romanian training camp, what's called the "Talent Identification Programme 2009-2010". It's 2:48 in the morning, and Nan Feng's being lame as usual, sitting beside me, typing random comments throughout this post (i think. -.-). I realised a big great lesson in this whole training camp, very important and vital lesson. Nan Feng Is Stupid. :O. She didn't even get the simplest of plots
(I Am Legend - in case Nan Feng reads this, this was the movie we watched on my computer 2 nights ago.)
* no need to in case , i am here! - nananananfeng*
(Isn't that the point? Stupid Nanfeng)
* stop itlahs. -bananananfeng*
Look how retarded the conversation is. All her fault.
And she doesn't know what Rabies is.
(stupid brandon-nanfeng).
k, so I guess the best timings I've done in this Romania weed lake pond training camp, are
2km: 8.39 - lost to Valencia
1km: 4.05 - lost to Valencia
500m: 1.55 - lost to Valencia
whatthefailll. Somehow, the last 2 days of the training camp, I felt super off-form :O
Okay, that's a super stupid excuse. Maybe I didn't give a hundred percent in the name of doing a correct stroke! But oh well. I feel like a joke now!
Cause yesterday? Was my last chance.
I blew it.
The only consolation I have is that I didn't lose to anyone that's my age or younger. But then again, age difference doesnt matter during the olympics no?
Now there's only the next International Competition (world) to beat that Miguel Valencia. By that time, I'll beat him. Hopefully.
Shouldn't have gave in to that tired feeling. Damn, damn damn!
nevermind, the time trials aren't the end of the world. or the season.
Moscow is.
And I'm gonna win something.
Hopefully.
and Joshua, hop on, you're in for the time of your life!
Un treinta y dos!. Tres veinticinco.
And So We Go.
Let's Go!
Brando
