100% Efficiency

It's just like a marathon,when the end is near,it gets more daunting.

I haven't made any resolutions yet/at all. I'm afraid I might break them.
Then they would not be worth a dime in the first place.

Running is a drug.
You will be reluctant to start,but once you get hooked,you just want to run faster and faster.
It's always the same case of motivation.
Girl in JC shirt with hot legs. Overtake.
Uncle with hairy belly. Overtake.
StanChart Marathon singlet-wearing FakeFatFucks. Overtake.

I'm not considered a runner. My form is bad,I'm inconsistent,I don't diet and I don't dedicate my life to it.
I even don't run for months on end.
But I always fall in love with it again and again.

I always try to make a commitment to run consistently.
But I always break it. That's what disappoints me.

So,yes,I ran today,against the wind,it forced my eyes shut.
But without a care in the world,I tried to break its hold on me.
The feeling is so marvellous.

When you finish running,you always feel you're like Kate Moss with those puny boobs.
So you can fucking eat any cow or dinosaur.
But I didn't eat those.
I ended up eating Pork Mee Swa,Kway Chap,Ngoh Hiang,Satay and Honeydew Sago.
Stack them up,it may be as tall as a dinosaur.

Now I ask,why the fuck did I run.
I should have not ate,not ran and slept at home in the first place.
I'm 100% efficient.
I purged out calories,I pumped in the same amount.
But I didn't regret it.
That's why I'm not a runner.
I feel no guilt towards gastronomic pleasures.

Haha,talking about it,I feel so damn happy when I makan those stuffs.
It's like a reward for your hard work trying to chase after that hot legs girl.

Oh yea,life's good.
My morale is up again.
February February give me comfort.