8th April - 5.4km 11th April - 2.4km 15th April - 0km (sick week) 22th April - 4.8km 29th April - 6.2km
Mwahahaha! 3.8km away from my target of 10km. I can do this.. I smell blood! Somethings I learnt today: Routine makes the run boring and tires out not only the body but also your mind.
I recited lines from my books/songs when I got tired at the 2.4 and 4.8 points. I got a little out of breath but it took my mind off the fatigue and kept me going longer. I also ran out from the path I usually take and returned to my original path after a few hundred metres - variation seemed to make my mind suffer from less mental fatigue and allowed me to go that extra km I didn't know I had in me.
Succumbed to a throat infection on Sunday and can't carry on with my running sessions.. sigh. I hope my body recovers better from the rest and I'll be able to run tomorrow.
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Started a new career move and I hope it will pay off. The first 2 days are hell but with all the positive reinforcements buzzing around me, I'm starting to feel much more confident. :)
Ran 2.4km today and my legs turned to lead. Just couldn't move them anymore, terribly disappointed with myself, maybe I'm not eating or resting right for my muscles to recover from fatigue fast enough. Punished myself doing short sprints, chin ups and push ups instead to utilising other muscle groups which aren't as tired.
Thanks to Google Earth, I've managed to find out that the route I've been running outside of Punggol Park is approximately 2.4 kilometers, did 2 rounds today PLUS an additional 600 meters inside the park which means yeap, I've finally broken the 5km mark by clocking 5.4km today :D
Lots of sweat and pain but I'll be looking to 10km in 2 months time? Crossing my fingers that I can do it, might have to cut down on the weekly booze and smokes session which I'd loathe to do... :X
Managed to run today at about 150% of my normal jogging speed for about 3km, which was good, since I usually take my time to finish my runs and that takes way too much time. The trip to Siem Reap refreshed me somewhat with majority of the 5 days there spent walking and a short biking session across potholed roads outside of the town. Major butt and balls ache >.<
The mother of all ballaches
Physically I feel much better, managed to maintain a consistent jogging routine of at least twice a week for a month, went for a trek up Bukit Timah Hill last Saturday morning and finally managed to go below the 70kg mark. Next up - pass my bloody 2.4km run and fingers crossed, drop myself down to 65kg.
Rocky Balboa's a neat little flick. It was weird seeing Sly Stallone's strangely shaped eyebrows but the moment the Rocky theme song came on and senior citizen Rocky started running up those steps again you had to start rooting for old Sly.
In retrospect, the hike up QiSing peak on Yang Ming Shan was probably the highlight of the trip to Taiwan. One step at a time, up the steep stone steps to reach the top, no distractions, just a single mindedness to reach my destination as once I've reached the halfway mark, I realised there's no where else to go but upwards.
A close friend has recommended I watch The Devil wears Prada. Gave him a wake up call he says, maybe I will gain an epiphany from it too if I watch it. And I guess I will. I don't have anything else better to do anyway, 2 hours in a big dark room with a huge screen sounds like a great way to spend the afternoon.
Lately I wonder, where's that big wake up call for me going to come from? Where's my big, life turning moment when I realise "AH HA! SO THATS IT! ITS ALL SO CLEAR NOW!"
Call it my impending big three - O crisis. I'm in need of an epiphany.
I'm reminded of an episode on Scrubs where there's a toilet bowl on the rooftop where people get epiphanies from when they sit on it, do their business, and think. Clearing your constipated bowels on the roof, under the clear blue sky and then EUREKA! The toilet's a great place to think.
I haven't been spending much time on my bowl thinking recently. There was a time so long ago where I would spend hours in the toilet, reading a book, thinking, while crapping leisurely, that thoughts came freely. It was my private space, you know? The world outside was no longer my concern, I could take as long as I wanted as long as there was enough toilet paper and pages to read. The Buddha had his Bodhi tree, I have my toilet bowl.
Despite not passing my 2.4km run and clocking a miserable 13:58 (thats 1:18 more then the passing mark) I feel pretty darn good about it. Knowing I have pushed myself harder then i normally do feels great. I've even managed to overtake a few people this time when I normally just eat their dust. Next step would be to do faster runs instead of the usual jogs I do to shave down my timing. I can feel it within my reach!
The army's the only place I get all sweaty and my hands greasy and oily and *ahem* doing what men are supposed to do. But yet that feeling doesn't come, as all the men around me are actually behaving like little boys. I find myself using the green waterbottle as a pillow at the training shed while a bunch of guys pass by me randomly, telling me my bottle is leaking and I'm sleeping in a puddle. I smile at them and say I know. The weather's fucking warm, I'd rather stay cool and have a wet back then suffer a heat stroke.
The little boys around me are ribbing, wrestling each other and all manners of profanities spewing out from their mouths while laughing manically the same time. I suspect they behave more like normal men outside. I guess its one way of staying sane(and have fun) in a shithole when you'd rather be outside with your loved ones and normal work routine. Or thats just what happens when you put a big bunch of men in an enclosed area. Sadly, the inner boy in me doesn't surface. I'm just too fucking sober when i'm sober. Friday can't come early enough for me this week.
The uncle in the taxi today blared a full CD of early 90s cheena pop oldies (including a personal fav - Huang Shujun. But it was this melody that stuck and I can't get it out of my head! Anyone have the mp3? heh.
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