My karmic balance to the universe was restored in the weather.
I love my sick, sick world.
I dragged my yoga mat all the way from home to Sentosa just so I can have a chance to practice yoga under the sun like a classy white girl. However, my foolish fantasy was ruined by the 40 deg sun that proceeded to burn through the mat.
You can say I was on literal fire.
You can also say I am vain to the extent of madness.
Hey my downward dog improved!
Working on my right deg tripod headstand.
After getting into the variation I wanted, I tried to go back upright but my left leg went too far out and a single sun-ray managed to find its way to the right of my eye and I swayed backwards, leading to my two favorite shots below:
Sister captioned this, "And that was when Nicole knew: She. Fucked. Up."
Hahah but a strained neck doesn't stop me from trying again!
It was soothing to face the sea but everything was burning and I couldn't hold the pose much longer because the sun was poking through the clouds again determined to jackass me again so I settled with that.
Headed to the Megazip Adventure Park after:
I need more outdoor clothes and less sportsy clothes.
I know I've done enough aerial sports, what with the skydives and bungees and para-sails and para-glides. But none of them were truly scary. It is a.. 5-second death-defying drop and solid scream but after that, it ebbs away to a gentle serenity.
But not ClimbMax! ClimbMax is at least 20 minutes of non-stop acrophobia and balance disasters. I have sufficient upper body strength but my balance was so thrown off by the height that I almost sat down and wept at this plank jump obstacle.
In the end I jumped because the instructors at the back were yelling and cheering. for me to go for it and I obviously dethroned my fear to make space for my pride because holy shit I jumped and GOD I made it! I'm not dead! Whoop!
So now we know: anytime you need me to do something I fear to do, scream in my face and cheer me on so that I will feel like a giant disappointment if I don't do it and God knows I hate feeling mediocre so I'll do it against all my inhibitions and reservations.
I am so malleable.
And that's just level two.
At the start of level two, my sister was breezing through the course while I readjusted to my acrophobia and I kept muttering, "That's it no more next time, no more level 3, fuck this!" but by the time we finished the course, I decided we could take it up a notch.
So we did:
Look at that rewarding view! You can't see much of it because my big fat vain ass is blocking it but God it was a treat for the eyes. The weather was clear and the winds were gentle. My sister stayed around for a while just zoning out.
We finished the course and my sister requested a commemorative photo:
So cheesy.
We went up after that to cheer our MegaZip. I was largely distracted by a shit buyer on Carousell and an even shittier work issue that I will pull all the stops to blow up if I don't get what I want, so God I hope they don't push my buttons.
My sister hence was the only one excited for the zipline while I was mending my stupid issues. In hindsight I really feel bad not sharing her enthusiasm. I am a terrible sister.
No time to think about that on the zipline down though!
Hi, person who is using my sjcam so precariously!
Whoop!
Headed over to our last stop of the day, Wave House.
Can't say I enjoyed it and can't say my flow-riding improved, I'm pretty stagnant here. I am really dependent on the rope, even if it's not stretched. Maybe I can bring a rope into the fiercer waves of Australia. Maybe then I wouldn't wuss out.
Whaaat a fulfilling day.
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