In the spirit of losing all the weight I’ve gained since coming back from Sunway and also finishing two seasons of Kuroko no Basket, I decided to go running yesterday evening. And then I did it again this evening, except this time it rained.
It was weird at first because I felt super self-conscious running alone in my neighbourhood where neighbours could see me and then even more so because I was lapping around the same streets continuously because I didn’t want to stray too far away when it was about to get dark and I was alone and what would people think if I kept on running in circles would they think I was too scared what would they think if they saw me running all of a sudden out of nowhere because I never went running before this what would they think if they saw that I could only run for five seconds before I had to stop and catch my breath and then I realised people have lives of their own and couldn’t care less about me jogging in the neighbourhood. Very bad habit.
And there’s something very pretentiously cathartic about running in the opposite direction of a very strong gust of wind; it’s incredibly cold, and you can hear the sound of the wind blowing against you even through earphones.
Ironically enough, having a fixed routine to “work out” (and I use this term incredibly loosely) everyday gives me the illusion that I have some sort of control over my life currently. Provided that I actually keep up with this beyond two days.
I haven’t done anything spectacular lately (translate: I haven’t done anything lately) worth writing in my blog and probably in six months’ time, I’ll look back at my blog and wonder what actually happened for the past nine months. Not surprising, since I already can’t remember what I had for dinner last night.
If anything, I just really liked the photos I took when I went running this evening.
(I just remembered I had green mustard fried rice for dinner last night)