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Some months ago, I had to do a wardrobe resize for my Uniqlo chino shorts. The first batch was starting to fall dangerously low and they no longer sat well on my hips.

The past few weeks, I again found myself pulling up my shorts more often, and they barely hug my thighs now.

Time to make another trip to Uniqlo. Not that I’m complaining ;-)

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Managed a 90-minute 40-lap session tonight, with a mix of anaerobic and aerobic work. 20 laps is not going to cut it anymore.

It was more willpower than anything else to keep going. The initial laps felt tough but as I did the third and fourth sets, my breathing was not as laboured and it felt like my body had adapted to the physical exertion.

Gotta be disciplined about clocking the mileage so I can improve my fitness and resting heart rate.


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May 25th, 2014 at 11:58 pm

I, Me and Myself

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Had a lovely 6D5N diving holiday in Brunei. Went with only one other friend as the others weren’t interested; and I lost interest in getting the Tulamben gang *and* the Swede to come along after the latter’s sulky girlfriend showed up at the pool and practically stood guard over her possession. Ha. Ha. Ok. Ok. You can have him all to yourself.

As we went after Vesak Day, the dive centre was off-peak and there were not as many divers; most of whom were not staying at the centre in any case as some were locals or expats based in Brunei. My friend and I also had our own rooms.

I therefore got to enjoy a lot of ‘me’ time and more rest/sleep. Bliss :-)

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“I’ve seen your breast. It’s quite good.”


Only at the pool can a guy say this to me and not get Xena-Warrior-Princessed. But I think it’s high time FINA renames the breaststroke. Gah!!

Anyway, I now have a pacing partner at the pool :-) This, when I started training for the recent meet and he found out that I’m into competitive swimming. He asked to train together so he could get back into shape as well — he was a former national swimmer back in his own country. So, he’ll be providing the training programme and also helping to fine-tune my technique. Cool :-) And erm, he appears to be the hands-on type. Haha. We’ll see where this goes….


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May 19th, 2014 at 11:27 pm

The other way around

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I’d thought that the yoga (especially) and Muay Thai would give me the extra edge in the pool. And they did help with the swimming — better flexibility and breathing rhythm — when I was building up my aerobic fitness several months back so I could swim more laps without stopping.

But it was really when I pushed myself and included a few mini 100 m Individual Medley in my swims that I saw significant improvements — completing a 50 m Fly and better anaerobic fitness. I was also surprised when I found myself holding yoga poses almost effortlessly, and skipping faster for my Muay Thai warm-ups.

And then I started serious anaerobic training in the pool in preparation for the recent swim meet.

When I returned to Muay Thai post-competition and after a 8-week hiatus, the aerobic warm-ups were a breeze and I barely huffed through 4 rounds of pad work. Wow.

My legs and knuckles didn’t cramp and weren’t sore. My punches and kicks were faster and a lot easier and I didn’t feel lactic build-up. My reaction time was faster too.

Certainly the stronger arms and legs helped. But I reckoned that the painful tui na sessions I endured made a huge difference too.

I’m feeling so chuffed with the results from this new combination of intense pool work and physical therapy. Can’t wait to start strength training and see how the trio performs. Excited!


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May 10th, 2014 at 1:51 am


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I’m back at the pool and getting my groove back.

So I’ve got a reasonable foundation in technique, stamina and sprinting. But of course, there’s still a lot of room for improvement, and I’ll have to continue to work on these areas.

What’s more important in the next phase of training, and which I’ve also realised is sorely missing, is strength and power. Sure, my arms look a lot more toned now but they don’t feel powerful in the water. And that’s what’s holding me back from building up on my speed.

Time to go pick up weights.


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May 6th, 2014 at 11:36 pm

2 Golds and a Best Performer :-)

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The key to a positive swim meet experience is to be both focused and relaxed… Coach Jim goes to a swim meet with a plan for the entire event, including when and how he warms up, what and when he eats, and what he packs in his bag. A detailed plan for the day leaves fewer unknowns and allows Jim to relax and confidently swim the races he has prepared for. Your training plan has given you the physical conditioning and the confidence to swim your race, and now your swim-meet plan will carry you through the event successfully.

~ Mastering Swimming by Jim Montgomery and Mo Chambers

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One year later and I was back where it all started. I’d prepared, trained and waited a whole year for this. I should also add that Lady Luck was smiling widely ;-)

And I’m happy with the loot – 2 Golds from the 50 Free and 50 Breast, and a bonus Best Performance trophy for my division which is super cool :-D Wonder how many NTUC vouchers that gets me. Laugh. Last year’s Silver earned a $40 NTUC voucher and a token $10 cash allowance just for competing.

This year’s swim meet was surprisingly enjoyable — the 3 competitions last year were nerve-wrecking though the experience gained was certainly invaluable. On the day of the meet, I woke up slightly past 6 am feeling prepared and ready to race. I’d already done my training and knew my times; I’d checked out my racing gear, the meet venue and the start list; I’d tolerated painful sessions of physical therapy to work out the kinks all over my body; I’d tapered as planned and ensured I got enough rest — which was ironical because I came down with a fever and very worrying body aches (dengue alert!) just before I started tapering; I’d packed my bag and planned for the day. I was relaxed and psyched.

Breakfast was homemade (the best!) and hearty — picnic ham, scrambled egg and melted cheese on toasted tomato-herb focaccia, and some watermelon. It sustained me the whole morning and I barely snacked :-)

I showed up early for the meet, took my time to settle in and had an unhurried and thorough warm-up, including practice starts and finishes. Then I wiped down and changed into my racing suit — sadly, it was the TYR back-up instead of the Speedo Fastsuit3 which I was still trying to get right. Notwithstanding our tropical weather and that most people covered up with only a T-shirt and/or shorts, I had to be sure that all my bits were kept warm. So I zipped up with a light jacket, track pants and covered shoes. I already had a good feel of the place from last year and my recent recces, and felt right at home — that I belonged here.

I watched a few of the races and made a note of the starter’s timing from the series of short whistles, to the long whistle signalling our approach to the blocks, his long drawn out “On your mark” and the all-important jump-NOW-or-be-left-behind sounding of the horn 1 to 2 seconds later. While I mentally ran through my races a few times, I didn’t dwell on them — I already knew what I needed to do. Nor did I obsess about the other women. I didn’t need to stress myself more and I was resolved that this was going to be all about me and no one else. Except for a momentary surge of anxiety which dissipated quickly, my heart rate felt stable throughout and I didn’t feel the need to munch which would have messed with my stomach. I massaged my arms and legs to stay “loose”. I kept myself well-hydrated.

Being distracted also helped. Entertainment was provided by the company of the BFF/ bag-watcher/ photographer/ cheerleader and my 2 team mates. I even caught up with a former colleague from more than a decade ago (!!) whom I’ve also seen at other Masters level meets. Turns out that the latter will be working with my colleagues on a new project. Small world.

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My first race, the 50 Free, started more than 2 hours later. I didn’t swim this event when I returned to competitive swimming a  year ago — I could hardly finish a lap at more than a minute without being breathless and my arms cramping up; I was that out-of-shape.

Again, I headed over to the holding area early and took my time to gear up — a soft cap to manage the long hair, followed by spit-defogged racing goggles and then my racing cap. When we got to the blocks, I stepped out of my pants; positioned my goggles over my eyes and checked my cap; “roughed up” the skin on my forearms by rubbing them against the block to sensitise my arms; and splashed a little water on my face and body. Though chairs were provided, I chose to stand and move around a little.

As my event was announced, I tuned out everything else and moved only in response to the starter’s series of verbal signals. (I’d noted his timing earlier and did not need to keep looking at him for cues, which I noted some swimmers did, from post-event photos.)

Quick whistles: Approach block.

Long whistle: Mount block and bend over. Hang loose.

“On your mark!”: Press chest into thighs and count off 1 second. I am ready to go any moment.

The horn sounds: I fly off the block and hit the water; initiate 4-5 dolphin kicks and transit to flutter kicks and an arm-pull to break the surface for the actual sprint.

Swimming in the first final of 2, unseeded and relegated to Lane 3 in a field of 4, I don’t see anyone in front or creeping up to my right. (The other 3 were 10 to 20 seconds behind.) I am swimming in “clean water”. I breathe every 4 to 6 strokes, and occasionally 1 every stroke as I pass the 25 m mark and start to fatigue. I entrust my legs to auto-pilot and focus all my willpower on pulling my arms through to my hips and maintaining stroke integrity as my arms start to tire and my strokes threaten to fall apart. I espy the home stretch coming up and keep my head down as I charge to the finish.

I touched the wall and came up breathing hard. But I felt good and in control; I wasn’t hurting from lactic acid build-up and I didn’t feel like I was falling apart as with previous races. (Which only means that I hadn’t pushed myself hard enough! Ha!) I didn’t know yet if I had won the event. But I had my chance to perform my best in the span of half a minute, and that was that.

So I did win the 50 Free, in 34.19, 3 seconds ahead of the second swimmer who came in at 37.06. It was also a new Personal Best since the 34.81 I swam last November. But it wasn’t my target. I know I can do a sub-34, if not a sub-33 even. The fever took too much — I didn’t feel the power in my pulls. And when I touched the wall, I knew it. The swim had felt like my 34+ training sprints.

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We got a 15-minute break shortly after, during which the pool was available again for warm-up. I worked on my breaststroke and did more practice starts and finishes.

An hour or so later, I swam the 50 Breast in 0:46.22. I was seeded first in a field of 8 with my second-placed 0:49.10 last year; unseeded last year, I was also assigned one of the outermost lanes. As with the 50 Free, I found myself swimming in “clean water” — it wasn’t until the results were put up that I realised how close the race was. Looking at the photos of the start, I reckon my faster reaction off the blocks helped. The runner-up in Lane 2 finished just 0.31 seconds behind me. Both of us led the field, with the other women finishing at least 6 seconds later.

I didn’t manage a new Personal Best, which still stands at 0:46.02 from last November. I had wanted to go under 46 seconds.

The 50 Breast felt relatively easy — particularly when I recall how I struggled to finish it at last year’ meet and the OMG-awlful pain! But in my haste, I didn’t maximise my glides. At about 15 m, my strokes started to shorten so much that I didn’t even glide before starting the next stroke :-/ And again, since I finished without hurting from lactic acid build-up, I must not have pushed myself hard enough in my second race as well. Laugh!

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Many Wood (Dragon, Cow, Rat) gather in this month. Wood becomes much stronger. Something related to your reputation, helpers, parents or health might happen during this period. Something related to your reputation might happen during this period. For some reason, your words, behaviors or achievements will surprise people in a big way. Through good reputation, your fame will increase. You will win the race, award, honor, title or prize, if you are in a competition. Because of your astonishing performance, you will be totally relaxed and happy during this time. But no strong money luck is found during this period.

~ chinesefortunecalendar.com


Like I said, I was very, very lucky this year :-)

Signing up for the meet, I was almost certain I would medal, and I would have been happy with second or third place. But when the start list was generated a couple of weeks before the race, I began to seriously think about Gold(s) and even a divisional Best Performance award if I could win both my events. This was because the ex-national swimmer in my division was swimming in the Open division instead, and I knew I could swim faster than the rest of the field (except for a few new names). Her decision was strategic and for the greater good, so as to maximise team points for her agency because none of the younger women swimmers were available this year. Even then, she managed to medal in all 3 individual events she swam in — and she clocked much faster times this year! Formidable, this one.

Anyway, I’m really chuffed :-D And it’s not just about the Golds. It’s also about the planning, the training, all the other preparations, and just as important, the experiences and lessons I learnt, as I worked towards my goal. The entire journey has been amazing and I didn’t always travel alone, what with support from friends and even help from the observant lifeguards at the public pool :-) And of course, seeing all the work put in bear fruit and attaining my goal (and more!) was just fantastic :-D

I can’t wait to do this all over again!

In the meantime, some well-deserved rest and recovery while I think about new swimming programmes (yes! already!) for the next 1-2 months. And very soon, I’ll be training and counting down to the Masters and the National Games in November :-D


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May 3rd, 2014 at 1:25 am

2 more weeks

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The point of competition is to compete. It’s to take on the biggest challenge. When you compete against the very best, it makes you better.

~ Michael Phelps

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The start list is out — I won’t be swimming against last year’s winner :-/ It’s good news for my medal goals, but I was really hoping to swim against J this year after a whole year of preparations. She’s swimming in the Open category instead. Shrug. Anyway, there are a few new faces amongst the Veterans, so that is providing enough excitement as I suss out the competition and unknowns ;-)

1 more week to train before I start tapering and allowing my body to recover and rest for the big day.

My trial times are OK — I haven’t swum the times I’ve hoped for but they’re decent for competing, given my late start with the really intensive training. I still feel ‘off’ on some days but I guess I’m just tired from training and not getting as much sleep as I should with the additional demands on my body.

I’m looking at swimming PBs of 32-33 seconds for the Free and 45-ish for the Breast. I’ll need a fast and great start, push through the pain in the last 25 m, and ram the wall like I really, REALLY, want to win.

I’ll need to rest well these 2 weeks, and keep it together on the day itself.


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April 13th, 2014 at 1:28 pm

April is here!

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April is finally here!! And I’ve been waiting, and preparing, a whole year for this.

4 more weeks.


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April 1st, 2014 at 1:25 am

No pain, no gain.

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Started weekly sessions of tui na treatment to fix my tight muscles and general circulation problems. I’ve had 2 sessions so far and am very pleased with the results — immediate relief of a few months’ of tightness and ‘heaviness’ have translated into easier swims, improved flutter kicks, almost no more cramping and sore back. I’m also walking better and differently now that the legs feel lighter and the back is better.

It’s ironic though, how painful the treatment is. If you’ve ever had a sprain and had to have tui na, well, it’s THAT kind of pain. Just a few more sessions to clear the blockages, in time for the swim meet. I wonder how the lactate clearance will be affected. Hmmm. Anyway, I hope to return to regular — and less painful! — reflexology and back massages for maintenance soon. These treatments are pricey at $200 each time.

The things I do for swimming.

And my replacement Speedo tech suit should arrive sometime next week. Really hoping the size works this time.

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“So you prefer ang mohs.” He looked at me meaningfully, when I confessed to  being unfamiliar with the Mandarin music scene.

Well, since we are on the topic of what I prefer, I’m partial to Asian men — it just so happens that it’s not you. And it just so happens it’s not Asian this time. Shrug.

I like eyes. I like the quiet glow of the lighter browns in the sunlight.

And I’ve always loved colours — and coloured eyes.


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March 23rd, 2014 at 12:49 am

Not bad

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Did half the new sprint training programme for my 50 free tonight, with very generous rest intervals. Heh. It was manageable — the stamina work I did the last few months helped. I should be able to do the full programme after 1-2 weeks.

Now to figure out how to alternate training for my 50 free and 50 breast.


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March 9th, 2014 at 9:46 pm


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I yelped as 2 hands squeezed my waist. I spun around and was met by his gleeful grey eyes and grin.


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Was chatting with one of the lifeguards at the pool, who was also a competitive swimmer back in the Philippines. She suggested that I start a proper training programme for the swim meet instead of just aimlessly swimming laps. I already have my stamina and would need more targetted training now.

So that’s what’s been missing from the second halves of my sprints and finishes — when I start to struggle to hold on, and finish weakly as opposed to ‘attacking the wall’. I’ll need to work on my anaerobic endurance and raise my lactic threshold.

Can’t wait to hit the pool tomorrow to see how the new training sets work out.

7 more weeks.


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March 8th, 2014 at 10:36 pm