so, last year i decided to take up running.
by take up, i mean, run twice a week. this was a big deal for me. it helps having workmates who are quite sporty, and motivated – every friday lunchtime, we were off, jogging along oriental parade in the sunshine, sweating it out. when they first asked me, i thought, nooo. me, run? at lunchtime?!
but there i was, every friday lunchtime, getting into my jogging gear.
i struggled at first. i would run at snails pace. i would stop and let the others go ahead.
but then james took me running every tuesday night to get my fitness level up. and you know what? it did. i managed to run further each time. it was hard, yeah. i would get a sudden mid-run depression, where i would frown, and say “i can’t do it”.
james pushed me. he made me believe i could do it.
another motivation for me to start running was the colour run in march. it was one of the funnest, most rewarding activities i have ever done. it was 5k of colourful fun, but it also opened my eyes to my fitness. my friend could run the whole 5k.
me, i stopped continuously.
the colour run is coming up again this march, and i am determined to run the whole 5k.
yesterday, me and a group of friends played paintball. so. much. fun. but so. damn. painful.
bruises. welts. aching thighs! today, i hobbled around the office like an old woman. got up from my chair and sat down like a pregnant woman. it opened my eyes to parts of my body that are seriously unfit, but i’m going to the gym tomorrow, thursday, and trying to stay as active as i can.
indoor soccer with the work crew. i fell in love with it.
before the paintball battle…
post battle, can you find the bruises? #whereswally