So here I was again, training for the same competition that a year ago was my first fd experience.
The goats and camels saluted me and the beautiful smell of "Dahab flowers"-Le garbage overcome my senses ahhh is good to be back home! Now staying in a new house, we had more space for shisha meetings, yoga and movies sessions- oh yeah and our catering of flies. The bastards were multipling by he second and taking over the house while we slept. Not even the electric raquet brough from Brazil was enough as the bitches were somehow sonarized and would always scape!
Anyhow, It took some days to get use to the old routine. Waking up early somehow didn't work so i managed to push everyone to start picking up time at 9:30 wich got as to Blue Hole 10ish -Egyptian Time of course!
The city was quite empty, and the water freaking cold!-(wasn't Egypt supposed to be hot?!!) I soon realized why everyone was still wearing a 5mm! Fuck spartans, time for chickening...I ended up with a starnge mix of a long 5mm and 3mm jaquet wich left me with some arms flexibility while not freezing my buttie.
I was worried that the time I took off due to my foot operation would screw my diving, but the strengh training I got back in Rio de Janeiro (thanks guys fom ABodytech!)prove to have worked and i didnt feel lactic at all wich was great both phisically and mentally. On the other hand the op was too recent and after a couple of minutes with the fin the pain was too much to endure.
So i took it easy and decided i didnt want to screw the foot as a new comp will be on the following month and instead I offer to help with the organization of the competition.
That's where all the problems started.
Freaking Iceland Ashes!!!
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