One rainy afternoon in a supermarket. A tall young lady, with gorgeous long legs, walking up and down an isle, pointing to this and that, blabbering a monologue of why she needs this and that. She held a tiny wallet. A short and skinny young man right behind her, following her up and down the isles, picking up things she pointed. He carried two bags and a basket. He had a tribal tattoo on his right arm.
After being sick for a week and took a lot of rest days I thought I could do an hour run today. I struggled from the beginning. Let's quit!You hate running! You can't finish this! You're such a loser!Hello Defeat, long time no see. You're getting uglier than the last time we met! You're such a liar!Running while arguing back and forth with Defeat was hard. But I said what I meant and I meant what I said. An hour run. Not a minute less not a minute more. At the end of my run I felt so dog-tired but Triumphant. Take that Defeat! In running or life the only opponent you have to beat is yourself.
They say there are always good things out of every challenging situation you are in. Off the top of my head I can list five bad things about being sick. I have to stop running. I have restless sleep. I have to stay in bed. Everything taste blah. I have no energy. I can only list one good thing about being sick. Being spoiled rotten by loved ones. What else is good about being sick? I need at least five more things to beat the bad things list.
"The craving for every new scientific discovery breeds a hunger for greater comfort and the constant struggle to achieve it. All that kills the soul, kills compassion, understanding, nobility. It leaves no time for caring what happens to other people, least of all criminals. Even the officials in Venezuela's remote areas are better for they're also concerned with public peace. It gives them many headaches, but they seem to believe that bringing about a man's salvation is worth the effort. I find that magnificent." Henri Charriere
Most people would probably party the night away before their birthday. I slept away mine. I was in bed by 7.45pm because I want to run on my birthday. I have no life! Almost 23K in 2:30 on 23/3. Must be my lucky day. Best birthday ever. \(^_^)/
One lovely breezy afternoon from my balcony. I couldn't believe my eyes. What? Two Indonesian moms with a baby and a little girl were having a picnic in a garden? Not their own private garden but a public garden in an apartment compound. I hurriedly went down the elevator. I just had to see this up close. Oops! Nannies not Mommies! Too good to be true. I definitely need a new pair of glasses. Or a pair of binoculars.
Sunday long run. Cloudy but humid. Three young ladies running in the opposite of my direction. All were tall and slim and attractive. All wore identical t-shirt. All have long hair. All had make up on. Huh?! I thought I was hallucinating. Nope. All had heavy make up on. Eye shadow, eye liner, blush, lipstick, the whole nine yard. One even had fake eye-lashes. I know it's important to look good when one runs, but a full make up? Really?
