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Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Just woke up and had a lousy dinner (after this afternoon's lunch at newton dinner's bound to be a let down anyways). Today was a tiring day, to say the least. Morning F_ had driving test, after that we went to hit the gym. Under F_'s encouragement (? or shld i say duress) I managed an additional round to bring the total to 2.4km. Yay. Felt like i'd achieved something, so virtually skipped weights and went to soak in his pool and jacuzzi (itchy back! heh) which is the best thing to do after a hot run in da gym. After bathing we headed to newton asap, it being 3+pm, and proceeded to wolf down two plates of hokkien mee, ice kacang and sugar cane. Too bad many stores were closed, including our anticipated oyster egg and lobster/stingray, but F_ says we'll be going back there for dinner soon, so yay! Perfect timing as usual, caught mohd as he was on the way to bishan to pick up pok from 3rd lang, so after dropping F_ off and picking pok up, went home for a well-earned nap (which went on for 3 hrs till 9pm)
Tmr F_ wants to go gym again, I say aye to that! Trust me, it's really weird to *not* run after running practically everyday before that. The running is almost like a daily ritual of sorts. It's a ritual of self-conflict. It starts out with everything nice and rosy till 1k, when the stitch starts to hit, and then from 1.2 all the way to the end it's a battle of wills against myself, the continual "can i do it? yes i can do it! no..i'm dying...i'll stop at the next lap" and just trying to distract myself (DON'T look at the numbers, look at the pool!) from the pain in my side (sometimes, alarmingly, over my left chest and shoulder) until the magic number is reached and I can stop forcing myself. It's like torturing myself on a daily basis, but thankfully it only lasts for about 15mins or so, and the feeling after that (runner's high, the cool shower, and the feeling that you've achieved something and am now super-fit) is always worth the trouble. Oh well, it sure is nice to be a jock again, after all that geeking out in med school. To qualify as 'athelete' as opposed to mere 'gym rat'... Now for softball training to commence...
9:06 PM
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