Tuesday, June 20, 2006
I am very proud of myself- which is nothing unusual really.
BUT LISTEN UP- I RAN 12.4 km IN 7 DAYS!! oleh, oleh oleh oleh!!!!
Anyway.
This week HAS been kinda boring. Except for the runs. THAT is where you get to meet all sorts of funny people.
i saw this guy running with this tattered shirt on. And he's not poor, mind you- he had a MP3 player thingamabob stuck in his ear.
So why couldn't he do the public a huge favour and get a new shirt?! Unless it's the new trend then maybe I should start telling my friends to shred their shirts into bits and then wear it to the park for a jog.
I've been running without my specs cause there's green all around, which is good for your eyes... I think. And it IS my favourite colour.
Today, however, was slightly more interesting than meeting guys wearing tattered shirts.
It started out as a normal jog, nice steady pace, slow and green, best way to lose weight.
Not that i'm fat or anything, seriously. It's for the eyes, remember, the eyes.
so there I am, at my nice slow pace- I already went one round- And then this fat boy comes up to me and starts racing ahead.
So I glared at him. You want competition?! Fine, i'll give you competition! So i stalked him around the park for one round where I fell dead at the end. He got pretty freaked out, I'd say, cause he sprinted the whole bloody round!
Maybe it's nerves or pms, cause whatever it is, i was damned bloody pissed at him. So what if I'm a girl?! This is MY territory, so back off.
pssst- maybe this explains the lack of many joggers in the park.
After that I tried to walk home, but my legs felt like jelly, and there were so many traffic lights, that I ...... jay walked!!
SHHHH! Don't tell anyone.
i went to the playground and sat on the swings, before realising that I haven't been on the swings for a long time since starting Sec2. sighz.
and then this obnoxious little girl stands right in my path and glares at me. So I stared at this spot above her head and pretended that she didn't exist.
The little pig was all decked in pink (I HATE PINK!) and just started talking to herself.
'I come here first and then don't get to sit. i come here first and then don't get to it. I come her first and then don't get to sit.'
She's lucky i didn't just knock her down right there and then.
Then i thought, what if she had terminal cancer and this was the last day of her life? So I got off and went home on my wobbly knees and all.
It was only at the lift that I realised that if it was her last day of her then she wouldn't actually be in the playground.
Will someone please explain to me why I keep doing stupid things?
(please do note that this is a rhetorical question and does not need any answer. okay?!
thank you)
posted @ 7:10 AM
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