Hi there again peeps. I’m back after taking the day off yesterday. I was all raring to go for my workout the day before, but my body is telling otherwise. I’ve learnt to trust my instinct over the years and it served me well, so I listened to it once again.
There was a discomfort feeling on my left knee. It just doesn’t feels right. I can’t tell if it’s my muscle, ligament or what else that’s making the niggling feeling.
I felt that when I hyper-extend my leg, the feeling just shoots up my body. So I took a day’s rest. I could have just give a heck care attitude to it, who knows, it might just be nothing, but at my age, I ain’t taking a chance.
I’m well rested today, and the rest was all what I needed. I felt fine, the left knee to its full condition, and after the run today, I just felt great.
The thing is I felt quite angst. I had plenty to ‘release’ into the universe, so I just ran fast today, questioning my life, the frustration and anger put out into the universe. The pace tells it all, it was 3:48 minute per km.
It was a short run, but fruitful. I felt much better after the dash. Running really takes the edge off me. If not for running, I would have probably taken up other sport to release all this energy pent up. Maybe boxing eh.
Well anyway it’s been awhile since I felt this ‘exhausted’. I’m not tired, but the lactic feeling is still residing even when I’m typing now. It’s like my old speed endurance days. The workout was short, but tough, and the after effect feeling of tiresome was what I’m feeling now and then.
Anyway another moron to be added to the Hall of Shame.
This time it’s a red taxi of number plate SHD589C. Didn’t nearly stop at the traffic junction. The green man was blinking, but he wants to dash through it, even when pedestrians were walking across it nearby. I sure gave the driver an eyeful stare after that.
