Just Do It. And do it well.

Wednesday. Sunny. Warm. Working... my job is sweet. For 8 hours each week i work as a library assistant at the forestry self-learning center. There is really not that much to do around here except handing out books and materials to our customers. So when it's slow and quiet, on a day such as this, i pretty much just hide behind my computer screen, pick my nose while goofing around on-line. It's also a good time to update my bloggy.

My forearm is getting so big. I'm taking rock climbing this term, it's really fun and a really good workout. I'm always exhausted on tuesdays, and ending up taking naps afterwards. Usually, after a good rock climb, my arms burn for a good 2 days, especially my forearm. And i'm noticing the forearms getting really really big, it's almost as big as my biceps! that's crazy. i didn't know they can get that big... anyways, so i was climbing yesterday in class. I'm in the middle of this fairly challenging climb, and i'm a good 18 feet in the air and trying to reach across to the next rock. it was quite a ways away from my position and i really had to push with my legs and extend my right arm to reach it. My first 2 tries were unsuccessful, and my left arm were starting give on me, i know what i have to do if i wanted to make it to the top and i have to do it fast.

So i settled down, gathered all my energy and leaped with all my might. my right arm fully extended , reaching the rock, and pulling myself over. However, while leaping over with all my might, my muscles flexed really hard and in the process, i ripped one. At times like these you can only hope that 1) it's quiet. 2) it's not a stink bomb. And then maybe, just maybe, you can play it off cool and no one would notice. Sadly, that was not the case. The fart was false on both accounts, not only was it loud, it sounding like a small cannon, it was fairly nasty as well. So what's a brother to do after he ripped a bomb 18 feet in the air while holding on with dear life? Besides my blade partner, who’s been watching me this entire way, I feel a crowd of eyes staring at my next move. It would be silly for me to climb away from the area fast enough for me to blame it off to someone else, and i can't just come off now 'cause then they'll be sure that it was me. So i did what anyone in my situation would have done. I played it off cool. That's right. I kept on climbing like a cool criminal escaping the crime scene.

Eventually I did reach the 50 feet summit. And to my surprise, my plan worked like a charm. No one really notice, or they didn’t care because it didn’t bother them. Lucky for me that I was high enough off the ground that the smell didn’t suffocate my classmates. It’s a good thing that hot air rises. Anyways, I guess the lesson learned here today is that, no matter what you do, do it with all your might and all your effort. Stay focused and reach for the goal, all these problems that seems so difficult and uncontainable at the moment, will all fade to dust when you reach the summit. And in the end, all that matters, is if you accomplish what you were set out to do.