♠ Friday, September 04, 2009
but alas,
i can't remember when it was exactly now, but somewhere along the way, between the days of the three blissful months of absolute getaways and nothingness, and those of waking up to the routines of the five minutes rush to morning classes(God bless the nissan latio), i decided, on a subconscious level, to run, swim, gym and play like i've never had. i decided to get every i could, from signing up for the standard charter marathon to the mini biathlon at ntu.
the best part was, i wasn't quite alone; t'were a good bunch of them who lost their minds too and signed their souls to the big marathon as well. we had a good plan together, to chalk up distances and cover good ground with each passing month, until at least the commencement of the mug for the final examinations. i made everything i was in for count. for me at least, it was almost a human experiment of sorts. to see how fast, how strong, how good i could get. its been something more of a month and so far, i felt i've grown from this all. its addictive. i'm not talking about the feel good in terms of esteem or the sense of accomplishment and what nots, but there have been nights when i felt fresh enough to read FRSes and textbooks till the mornings and i guess i realise i must be onto something good. then came the night i went back to hall seven for a night of volleyball(it was nostalgic being back) right before joining the guys at the other side of the campus for ten kilometers worth of run. its the second day now after the run and theres a pain in my left foot that makes every step i take feel like a hard kick into a brick wall. it didn't quite frustrate me at first but now i'm rather convinced that its highly probable that it's stress fracture and that can mean six to eight weeks of laying off the track and everything else. it feels like crap and i haven't even reached the real implications of the disruptions 'cause i haven't quite the slightest idea how long this foot will take and how hard the month of october will be. gg, truly. Labels: hall 7, nbs, run, volleyball jorn was alive and kickin' at 2:37:00 PM 0 comments ![]() |
5470 days to the final paper +/-1
|