jogging

i conquered 2 km twice this week!

that is a grand total of 4 KILOMETRES of fast (relatively, for me!) jogging distance along the clementi track at dusk.

i have settled into a comfortable weekday routine of waking up at 7-ish for work until knockoff at 5.30 pm. after that, it's abt spending the rest of the evening with goof (also my current work colleague one building apart) - having dinner, watching tv or reading at his place. uh huh we spend almost every day together so the weekend is usually for me to bum ard at home or shop alone, catching up on non-goof-related stuff.

shocked and disgusted by my recent 1 kg weight gain (urgh) and wanting to relieve pent-up work stress from desk-bound admin duties (i've lost count of the times "fuck you" is muttered under my breath), we added this whole new fitness routine and so far, it's been working great. we will warm up, jog and then end with static exercises like situps and/or leg raises (another gruelling ordeal all by itself).

am still not too convinced of my weight gain though. cos physically, i feel the bloody same and truth be told, the weighing machine at goof's is one tricky bitch. it loves committing parallax errors, is temperamental and a tad erm ancient. alright but my cheeks are a lil more chubby now. -sulks-

i can't say jogging is my newfound love. afterall, i still dislike it much and thus remains as a necessary evil. but it is not as daunting as before. it's kinda exciting to see how far i can sustain my momentum. to complete 3-5 km without gasping for breath like a mad fish and howling in pain would be a miracle.

how can anything so torturous be good for the body? to me, something that is termed as "good and wholesome" ought to run somewhere along the lines of indulging in restful pleasures like sitting back on a plush bed on a late sunday morning and devouring an entire tub of haagen daaz macadamia nut icecream, or lua, bbq stingray, piping hot xiaolongbaos, kfc and steak with crispy fries/rosti on the side. yes just give me grease-laden meat.

so. being hedonistic and easily led into temptations of giving up, i couldn't have done it without goof. accompanying me on this little workout without breaking into a sweat, alternating between encouraging, egging and goading me on every so often that motivates me to keep pace with him, maintaining highspirited one-sided conversation as the exhausted me could barely muster air for a grunt and mostly ignore his comments. seriously i can't let coach goof down.

sigh it better help me shed off the extra bulge fast. i want to see results! flat abs! bikini bod! then we can go celebrate with a huge pigout. haha.