I’m not sure what’s gotten into Jorvan lately but for the
past week, he’s been running me ragged with these ridiculous work-out sessions.
“That’s five sets. Finally we’re done! Let’s stop by the
hospital on the way home. I think my arms and legs are going numb.”
“What are you talking about, we’re done? You still have five
more sets to go and then we’ll cool down with some push-ups and sit-ups.”
“You’ve only been jogging for fifteen minutes and you’re
already tired? You can slack off like that for as long as you want but we won’t
be leaving until you go an hour without taking a break.”
“Do those chin-ups like your life depends on it! We're eating tofu tonight if you can't make it ten”
I’m honestly not sure how long he plans on keeping this up
but I hope he tires of it soon because I’ve been so tired after our work-out
sessions that I barely have the energy to paint or work on my novel. Fortunately
when we came to the beach today, Jorvan said we were going to take a break from
our usual routine. I’m not sure where he
went off too but I’m not going to ask any questions. I think I’ll take a small nap and maybe visit
the beach house later. I think Jennifer from my history class said she was working
there for a part-time job. Hmm, I wonder if her work uniform is a bikini?
“Have you lost your damn mind? Did you think we came here to
play, son?”
“……..Yeah sort of.”
“……….........”
What Jorvan meant by “a break from the usual routine” turned
out to be swimming. I honestly should have known better.
“What's with all of this crap you’re wearing. You’re not
going on a SEAL Team Six mission.”
“Huh, isn’t this what people normally wear when they’re
learning to swim?”
“Learning how to swim?
You don’t how to swim, already?”
“Why I would need to learn how to swim? Half of the people
at pool parties don’t even get in the pool.”
“You can’t cook. You can’t drive and now you don’t know how to
swim. Just how much did your no good parents spoil you?”
“Hah hah, it’s great to be an only child isn’t it?”
I’m not too embarrassed to admit that it took more than a
few days for me to learn how to swim, Jorvan’s frequent yelling didn't help of
course. But I must say that I prefer
swimming as an exercise over weight lifting or jogging. There’s something
relaxing about being in the ocean that I just can’t put in words. If I was to
make a comparison, I would say it felt like I was flying.
Although Jorvan continues to harass me with these
stupid-work out sessions, he has made one consession for me.
He’s finally allowed me to work on my art in the
house. Who knows, maybe that old man isn’t as bad as I thought.
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