| Wednesday, January 10, 2007
I just got back from my Napfa. Guess what.
Let me describe my stations, starting from the best.
Pull-up: A+
Hit eleven pull-up and you get yourself an A. Just for the sheer reason of showing off, I did a total of thirteen pull-ups, beating the second highest record of well, eleven. To me, thirteen pull-ups is cake-walk. At the zenith of my physical fitness, I could do a total of eighteen (but I decided to conserve my strength for 2.4km).
Sit-up: A+
The strange thing about sit-up is that, the older you are, the less is required out of you. I was begging Gregory to help me cheat, but I guess that wasn't necessary after all. I did 43 sit-ups in 40 seconds, and I just laid on the floor doing nothing for the next 20 seconds. LOLOLOL. The trainer was staring me with the 'WTF?' face.
And the strange thing is that, once I did an aerobic session and my Abs took a trip to hell and back - my sister did three of those sessions and didn't complain one bit.
My sister's Abs = power.
Shuttle-run: Gold
I predicted I was going fail miserably at this station. Well, I guess I make a lousy prophet, clocking 10.03 seconds. But all thanks goes to Gregory for being my pacer, clocking 9 seconds plus.
The key point is on how to snatch up those wooden blocks. I did stumble a bit on that point. Side note: Clement runs the fastest when he's chasing after a bus.
Sit and reach: Silver
I didn't stretch hard enough at this station, but I did relatively well, considering how much I suck in stretching. My leg muscles are very tense and stiff. Ask my sister.
Standing broad jump: Pwn3d n00b status
Clement's prophetic talents unveils! He failed, as predicted. The first went an all time high score of 220cm (but my palm slipped and touched 170cm. GG) The second one was atrocious.
2.4KM run: conceded
At first, I was pacing Gregory at an equal speed - finishing my third round in five minutes. Maintaining this pace will earn me 10 minutes plus, but that's as impossible as Clement getting a girlfriend. ....then
...then
...then
My abs started to hurt like fuck. It was unbearable to continue running. I walked for two rounds and conceded at the end of the fifth when it became worse and I knew it was impossible to uhh... pass. My head spun and I felt like vomitting. I wobbled all the way home.
I am not using this ailment as an excuse, but given that I didn't have those fucking stitches, my timing would have been a lousy twelve minutes. My running is terrible, even though I clocked eleven minutes during my secondary school days. Maybe Elaine's suggestion of placing a pretty girl wearing nothing but running shoes in front of me would have work wonderfully. Like really.
To wrap it all up, I failed.
Yes, I failed.
Gotta retake the bloody Napfa. RAHHH!!!
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I blogged at 7:56 PM
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About Me
Name: Clement
Age: 20
Status: Single, and on hiatus
Interest: Writing, Maids, Animes
Currently: National Service
Located at: Purgatory
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A tinge of creativity transcends reality into a beautiful fantasy
I am too modest a wizard to reveal the full extent of my capabilities
If you can't seduce a woman, you won't be able to write a novel either
Speaking to God is prayer, God speaking to you is schizophrenia
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