wmp: shape shifter, my enemy
of late the office has become a living hell. from the demography to write ups, write ups to maps, endless overlays and cluttered powerpoints, and it doesn't get easier working with people (i never was a people kind of person though i try to). the straight hours of work i put in has left me with the ridiculous fear of getting hit by carpel tunnel with every click on the mouse i take.
i can still feel the effects of the 6km run that monday morning on the knee. its been the longest run since last year sometime around this time, too, when i busted it on the low ramp. sucks thinkin' about it, really. everytime.. single.. time. t'was alot left in me that morning. i could have gone a couple rounds more. i find it hard not to resign to fate that i have to live with that kind of milage. i know it ain't the end of the world but i truely miss the zenith of a real good run, when the attire becomes heavy of perspiration, and the breathlessness an addiction.
which leaves me tempted to get a pair of skates.
Labels: bad knee, ns