Ten Kilometres. The laney sprained his ankle and Missy Teo is in HongKong for the weekend. Still, The Laney drove me to East Coast where I embarked to conquer the 10. Every week I say that I have never ran so far before and this weekend again I say, I have never ran so godamn far before.

It is pure torture. As other runners overtake me as my music blasts in my ears and the sun blasts mercilessly on me, I cursed and wonder why the hell again do I put myself through such torture. Sadists! That is what we are. ‘Running’ past walkers, children and dogs, I tried to keep my mind off my left knee (that is starting to follow the right) and thighs that felt so heavy.

I envy those light on their feet, those who can run 5 km straight without falling out of breath. I really really envy them.

My thighs were not happy campers after. But of course I rewarded myself by eating damn alot of shit yesterday. I exercise to eat.