Missed the Singapore Biathlon this weekend and i missed training all week while recovering from a flu.
And tomorrow's Valentine's Day. I don't think i've ever celebrated Valentine's Day much. Even when i was attached, i don't think i did anything extravagent. Guess i'm just cynical about a day that has become over-commercialised.
So in my individual attempt to mock the day tomorrow, i've gotten all ready to run my legs and lungs out. Just me and the tracks...
I admit that every time a good thing comes my way, i am afraid to believe in it, or to act on it. I just run away. I don't have the patience to wait for it to mature. I just run.
I know better now than to fill my head and heart with useless emotions. I'll just plug in to my new toy and do what i do best...
OMG, it has a friggin pedometer installed in it! If this sweet baby can live past a year, i'm more than happy.
Maybe two weeks of hardcore of running and swimming will get me back in physical shape, emotional stability and back to race-ready fitness.
Here we go..
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