But I am not complaining. As my fingers are typing the very words you see at the moment, I try to numb down the soreness with these medicated pain relief patches that I plastered all over my thighs and legs. Doesn't really take away the pain but it's better than nothing. I have been walking around the house, giving off waves of peppermint that I think smells pretty good.
I barely survived my 5K run early this morning, which is apparently the reason why I hate going up and down the stairs today. No matter, I had fun.
I didn't really expect a lot from myself. Heck, I didn't even expect anything at all. I didn't have breakfast, I only slept for three hours, never warmed up, and worst, I didn't do some stretching before the gun fired. And yes, I can come up with a thousand lame excuses more. But really, I barely survived and failed to beat my own record from the last run because I am no longer fit. I am in terrible condition, to say the least. I no longer have the same stamina that I used to have. (gawd how I miss being an athlete where 5k marathons were just mere practices!)
|Of course, groufies (or what do you call it?) are imperative.|
Although I would like to share how proud I am of my friends for beating their records - 20 minutes earlier than their previous run (35 minutes run time. Good job guys!). And of course, I am so proud of the boyfriend, Jan. It's his first run and he fared better than me. Now that I have mentioned it, I am wondering how much would he allow me to influence his life? I've been dragging him to activities he's never done before. Haha. But he does the same to me. So, I think we're fine with how things are going. ;)
|Our first run together!|
|Glenda, getting her body components measured.|
|That should be 5k by the way.|