Hallo ihr alle da draussen...i am appalled at how unfit i've become...today i decided that i'd do some running...basically, do suicides, you know? Except that this would be uphill suicides...decided to use the slope outside MGS because the slope is a gentle gradient and its long...and the road is basically deserted, especially (yes, especially!) so on weekends...spastic kwang called beforehand and asked if i wanted to do chin-ups...which yes i did want to do...so we met and trained...i still made 14...he's dropped from eight to 3...maggot, you. Course making you lose your fitness too. Hahaha...
But not to digress, i decided to take a slow warm-up jog to the place...when i felt a stitch setting in...initially, i ignored it, thinking it'd go away...but i guess i made a mistake...i shouldn't have stopped when i was running through the longkang area...because i guess that's what ultimately killed my distance stamina...i found i was so out-of-shape before getting to the beginning of the road itself. Maggots. And to think i kept convincing myself that i was doing it because i knew that the suicide runs would be sibei killer! Goodness. Sigh. Maybe i am losing motivation. I think this cannot carry on...as such i will begin to enforce a Sunday run every weekend. Hopefully it'll be hot and sunny so i can run topless and get a great tan...haha.
Now that those maggots have gone over to Arthur Battery, i can swim and get myself charcoal-black, if i wanted to, also. Hmmm. Fitness, here i come again!
Anyway the suicide runs weren't easy...had a stitch to fight...and uphill didn't make it any easier...just push and push...i'll do it again soon...maybe week after next...next week i should just be going for a run. Maybe 8 klicks. We'll see, won't we? I'm still a believer of that old NJOAC mind over body theory...that the limit is what you perceive.
Today i went for some spring-cleaning at my grandma's old apartment...and guess what i found!
1. A blender
2. Martell Cordon Bleu (!)
3. Another bottle of Bénédictine
4. Dry gin (but whether its as good as Bombay Sapphire is seriously quite doubtful)
Settled man! Waiting for my Bailey's and my Kahlúa. Then i'll begin to make my frozen drinks. Maybe i'll go on the hunt for crème de cacao soon. Bleah.
The hole in my wallet!
posted by quatscherei @ 20:16
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home