Thursday, July 23, 2009

i was actually feeling kinda inspired after my run today. i smashed my timing again. ok la. not really smashed. but i beat it for a new personal best. the last round took alot out of me. and i m still not used to running in the daytime or without food. so i might have to stretch my stamina more if i m gonna do the 10km during ahm. initially i was telling myself. why not go be like matt or tim, or one of my super pro runner frens and go train for 21km ++, but i think my ankle and knees just cant take it. i guess i ll be running to keep fit but i cant be a chiongster. my legs were never made for such intense activity.

ok. back to feeling inspired. i was thinking. a good run. a good bathe. a good conversation. then mapping out some ideas. wella. a great night of sleep. but maybe the drink machine refusing to accept my 10 cent coin, resulting in a green tea instead of hundred plus, was the first sign that i m not gonna get wad i want even tho i thought a combination of endorphins & a sense of accomplishment would present me with a sweet conclusion to this day. alas, not meant to be, everything went downhill after the good bathe.

well. i want to make two purhases, a liverpool jersey. and a p_____e. i hope my pay and spending habits will let me. God oh God, a financial windfall would be nice.

|cowpoo| 10:08 PM|

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