Sunday, 11 March 2007

time management


This year has gone by so quickly, I can feel myself aging as I type this. I've decided to utilise my time and prioritise my fitness goals. I emailed RD a list of my goals so he could help implement and monitor them with me.

The Plan:

1. We should go rock climbing once a month. It was a month ago that we last went

2. Once a month for the 7 AM Saturday Bay Run

3. Salsa class once a week.

4. I'm going to join my friends' soccer team. Their reaction when I told them was laughter. Those clowns don't have any faith in me at all. I'll show them! *raises fist.

The Reality:

1. The last time we went rock climbing, I was exhausted after climbing up two walls and felt like passing out when I had to hold the rope for RD. Evidently, we're not professional climbers, so we need to get into shape before going for Round 2. 

2. Early morning Bay Run: I would probably end up turning it into a bay walk, and it would be lunchtime by the time I reach the end of the track.

3. Salsa dancing: I'm uncoordinated 

4. Soccer: I don't know how the game works. I don't even watch it on TV, so maybe developing some interest in this sport would be helpful. 

RD came up with a new (realistic) plan.

The Revised Plan:

1. Postpone rock climbing until we become fit for it. When I told RD that I was going to faint while holding the rope for him, I think that might have freaked him out, especially since he was hanging in mid-air.

2. We will jog around his block twice a week to train and prepare our bodies for the long Bay Run track.

3. We will commit to 8 weeks of salsa classes.

4. I need to learn the rules of soccer, then I can try playing it. Who knows, it might turn out to be my lifelong passion. I can be the next, err... David Beckham?

Staying in tune with utilising my time, I went to a life drawing session after work in hopes of unleashing some hidden talent. After much tapping, it was safe to say that there was no talent there. My drawings looked like a kindergartener's work; my Sunday school kids could do better than me with their eyes closed. My supportive friends titled one of my sketches "The Emu," even though it was supposed to represent a nude female model. I met up with RD after the class and showed him my "art." He asked me, "Is that a drawing of her front?" The answer was no; it was actually of her back. I'm glad my drawings amused everyone. Even though I discovered (or should I say confirmed) that I wasn't artistically gifted, at least my attempt at being an artist provided entertainment for my friends. And it's a gift to be able to make people laugh, right?