Life with Athletes

Being around athletes 24/7 made me notice that athletes have a certain walk. Male athletes, at least. It's like their arms are too long, or their shoulders too wide so their arms fall in a unique way. I'd always found something weird with the way athletes swing their arms while walking even before I came here but I thought this was just particular to basketball/volleyball players. Now I've made the conclusion that there is, what I would now term as, an athlete's walk.

Everyday at 4 in the afternoon, the players work out at the gym inside the compound. I've been meaning to go with them. I've even worked out a schedule in my mind. But as usual, the bed seems much more inviting than the treadmill.

Everyone always comments on how little I eat. Come on, I sit in front of the computer and laze in bed the whole day reading or sleeping. How can I even compare to them athletes? For the record, I think I have a big appetite which is somewhat hindered by the use of chopsticks. I always forget to bring my spoon and fork to the cafeteria. I'll bring them tonight and eat a lot. Hmp.

Another thing that being in close proximity with the team members entails is getting to know behind-the-scene controversies within the team. I'm now privy to a love triangle currently going on under my nose and I'm only too happy to observe the soap operatic plot. No I won't be writing about it. At least not until I have more details. :p

I've started working on my thesis again. This is good news. Somehow, the knowledge of the deadline looming over me is enough to scare me into writing. As much as I miss school, I do not want to take refresher courses which is what I'll have to do if I miss my deadline.

And now off to bed for my afternoon nap...