MIND OVER BODY

MIND OVER BODY


Finally went for a long-overdue jog on Sunday. Jogged one round around the blocks of estate. Man, this is no joke; it's even BIGGER than the running tracks at any stadiums! Wulu though my area of residence may be, the positive advantages are obviously clear. Cleaner air, lesser cars, and lower human traffic. Of course, the only down side is: there are quite a number of construction works going on. This, of course, naturally leads to loads of foreign construction workers in the vicinity.

This is really an area of concern, from the point of view of personal safety. Thus, timing and accompaniment are really important. I prefer jogging with the younger brother. If he's not free to do so, I try to have my jog (if I'm running around the neighbourhood) latest by 6.30pm, that is, after making sure that the evening sun has set. Who wants to run under the scorching sun, anyway? 6.30pm is a good timing; because by then, the scorching sun should have safely retired for the day, and there is a good an hour left before the sky gets too dark for comfort.

On Sunday, I ran a BIG BIG BIG round around the estates. It's just only one round, but heck, it still makes one feel so strangely accomplished; especially if the last jog was about 2 or 3 months back. The first and last jog I had, I stopped halfway through, panting like an old dog. This time round, it's just so satisfying to run one complete round without stopping once. Not to mention, it is bigger than the running tracks in the stadiums! The next turn around the corner seems so far away! And psycho-ing ownself to hang on until that turn is no joke; especially when you have to do it 4 times. It's like, "YEAH!!! 1 turn down! (Siao ah? There's STILL 3 more to go, ok?! Die la, die la. Siao liao...) Look ahead! The next turn is over there! You can see it already! (but it's sooo #@%$#$#%^*^%$&#%@# freaking FAR!!!)". The lungs were screaming murder. Jogging is always a battle between the mind and the body. Of course, that Sunday, I was sooo completely spent after completing that round. I practically dragged myself back home.

The lactic acid buildup is horrible. The thigh muscles are aching and pricking now, but it makes me happy. Having muscle aches simply means the muscles are worked out enough. The more pain there is, the more satisfied I feel!

Ok, this sounds so wrong...