Along The Route I Ran

I promise to run on Friday nights.

But thing is,I didn't run due to the demons inside of me pinning me down on my bed and shining crimson light upon my eyes to make me shut them and sleep.


I felt bad the moment I woke up,I promised myself I will run today.
Consumed by agony,I decided to run the route which made me fear it so much that I never ran it for 3 years.

The route is plain simple.
Starting from my house,I ran straight through Frankel Ave to Siglap.
Bypassing Starbucks and Chai Chee Sec,I would reach the best secondary school in Singapore without nerds and smelly armpits,Temasek Secondary School.
Then I would run straight to the junction at Tanah Merah MRT station.
Turn left and run to Bedok MRT and back to Kembangan MRT then back home.

3 years ago,the amount of exhaustion and dehydration and lactic acid build up is so much that I vividly remember the experience till now.

My body was leaning so forward and I was sweating buckets.
My legs were hardly lifted and every step is a chore.
I felt my shoulders muscles numbing themselves and it humbled me.

But I was confident today.
I felt my upper body was much lighter than it was 3 years ago,due to 2 years of hardly hitting the gym and running more regularly and only doing static body resistance exercises.

The start was pretty discouraging.
The trail was so uneven,cars were whizzing past me and fat schoolgirls were thinking I would molest them.
It affected my rythm and I feel like brushing the girls away. But their indomitable size kept a lid on my intention.

Siglap came and everything became consistent.
My pace was fine and I can run at the same pace.
That was the place where I overestimated last time. I thought TMS was near,so I quickened myself and ended up a bloody cunt.
This time,I didn't care about the distance. I cared about the comfort. I needed comfort to last.
I was very comforted yea.

Running past all the privated estates along the routes,I used a single mindset to motivate myself.
A rather mythical one.
I imagined that rich beautiful girls are looking at me through their bedroom window and upon
seeing me,they would change into their running gear and run with me.
So I would run with standard form and disciplined breathing patterns.
Then I would end up a gigolo.
But it never happened.

TMS came and I was hit by nostalgia.
It's been years since I left.
This school changed me a lot.
Seeing the kids at the bus stop opposite the school reminded me of the times when I would wait for 10 or 14 or 229 in the scorching sun and I would sweat like a pig under the white uniform and
I would squeeze with fellow imbeciles for a place in air-con buses.
229 always no air-con. Bitch.
Ahh. Time waits for no man.

Afterwards,it was very gradual. I didn't want to waste so much energy.
I keep riding on the form and used the "two-steps-breathe-in-two-steps-breathe-out" method.
It's useful. I remembered it was a temporary PE teacher who taught me that.

Reaching Tanah Merah MRT was where the nothingness came.
This nothingness feeling comes when your mind is empty and you can't feel your body anymore.
Your legs on auto-pilot,free against the wind.
It feels fantastic.

After Bedok came a 250m steep upward slope.
It was difficult,I hate running slopes.

By the time I reach Kembangan,I felt no lethargy.

It was crazy. I think I'm crazy. But I finished it and I felt immense satisfaction.

It's like a thug punching you in the face repeatedly and you get up again and again and his knuckles break eventually.

THEN

I went to buy Chickadee and Chipster Potato Chips,which I will consume with pride later.

Dinner I ate Pork Chop w/egg,Satay,Rojak,Fishball,Soya Bean Grass Jelly.

I suck,but life rocks,so does running!