Honesty speaking
I never meant to do what I did. Getting myself into unnecessary headaches, rash action bound to an act of defending my pride.
But.. uncontrollably, resistance weak. Cross my heart, no malicious intention meant...
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
De one with Sabbatical Part II
Radiating heat
Sunday wasn't that bad. I'd say the expected occurred. The unexpected took place too. Which was in fact, a compliment to the last hours of my Sabbatical.
My first experience with Standard Chartered Run was fairly good. Pre-empting the crowd and road closure, I exercised prudence and used the train instead of arriving at the run destination in a cab. Getting out at 6:30 - 7pm, it feels like I've step back into time the moment I exposed myself to the cold atmosphere and transformed into a school-boy. The quiet dim morning, pavement shone of orange street lamp-lights and occasional croaking of the morning bird. Yeah.. and the "not-so" good-old-days when I've to drag myself outta bed and freshen up in order to be punctual for JC.
While savoring a piece of the past, never did I expect to find myself amused being amongst others wearing identical clothing. Like we're all in uniform on our way to the same school, or wearing red to attend the national day parade. Patriotic eh..
Within the next two hours, it never occur to me that my deemed deteriorated stamina had exceeded my expectation. Managed to run through the race, in spite of worries that my kneel problem might surface once again. Boy, you should have seen and felt the Vitamin-D rich sunlight of the Sunday morning. Dehydrating but still, it's warming-ly motivating, as if God's encouraging me to keep running consistently.
People give that kinda "disappointed" look or tone when I inform my SCM was only 10km. I didn't bothered to explain why. It's all the experience that count. Perhaps 42.5km next year.
Supposedly shagged and famished after the run, everyone was in agony. I could feel it just by seeing the expression on their faces. Not boasting but I felt extraordinarily fine. Something's wrong with my muscle reflexes? Puzzling.
After a half hour ride in a bus, surprisingly, we satisfied my craving for pasta (carbohydrate replenishment after the morning's run on an empty stomach) and movie, Narnia. Which I found, not bad. I guess the film finally got additional funds seeing all the animation, effects. But the 3D glasses tinted the show. 3D pop-up effect wasn't that obvious, probably due to the seats were at.
It was a rather eventful day, although I collapsed soon after bringing myself home. The sun sets, the country music playing in my head. Watering eyes brimmed the corners of my eyes as I yawned my tiredness light. And I thought, what a beautiful and blessed weekend I've had.
Sunday wasn't that bad. I'd say the expected occurred. The unexpected took place too. Which was in fact, a compliment to the last hours of my Sabbatical.
My first experience with Standard Chartered Run was fairly good. Pre-empting the crowd and road closure, I exercised prudence and used the train instead of arriving at the run destination in a cab. Getting out at 6:30 - 7pm, it feels like I've step back into time the moment I exposed myself to the cold atmosphere and transformed into a school-boy. The quiet dim morning, pavement shone of orange street lamp-lights and occasional croaking of the morning bird. Yeah.. and the "not-so" good-old-days when I've to drag myself outta bed and freshen up in order to be punctual for JC.
While savoring a piece of the past, never did I expect to find myself amused being amongst others wearing identical clothing. Like we're all in uniform on our way to the same school, or wearing red to attend the national day parade. Patriotic eh..
Within the next two hours, it never occur to me that my deemed deteriorated stamina had exceeded my expectation. Managed to run through the race, in spite of worries that my kneel problem might surface once again. Boy, you should have seen and felt the Vitamin-D rich sunlight of the Sunday morning. Dehydrating but still, it's warming-ly motivating, as if God's encouraging me to keep running consistently.
People give that kinda "disappointed" look or tone when I inform my SCM was only 10km. I didn't bothered to explain why. It's all the experience that count. Perhaps 42.5km next year.
Supposedly shagged and famished after the run, everyone was in agony. I could feel it just by seeing the expression on their faces. Not boasting but I felt extraordinarily fine. Something's wrong with my muscle reflexes? Puzzling.
After a half hour ride in a bus, surprisingly, we satisfied my craving for pasta (carbohydrate replenishment after the morning's run on an empty stomach) and movie, Narnia. Which I found, not bad. I guess the film finally got additional funds seeing all the animation, effects. But the 3D glasses tinted the show. 3D pop-up effect wasn't that obvious, probably due to the seats were at.
It was a rather eventful day, although I collapsed soon after bringing myself home. The sun sets, the country music playing in my head. Watering eyes brimmed the corners of my eyes as I yawned my tiredness light. And I thought, what a beautiful and blessed weekend I've had.
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