Took the plunge and…went for the 6km *run* over the weekend.
(I wish my life is more exciting where I would begin this blog entry about how I took the plunge and decided to elope/marry in Vegas/resign and now travelling the Silk Road Trail/migrate to UK or somethign more exciting but oh well).
I didn’t run of course, I mostly waddled. The other times, I just dragged my feet and 2 tonnes of flabs to the finishing line.
I nearly cried at the finishing line because ohmygawdIdiditIdidittttt. Didn’t think I have it in me to waddle in the hot sun for 6km (Actually it’s only 5.3km but whose care bak kata Wak Doyok kita).
And today I registered for 11.2km for April.
I must be crazy. Or bored. Or suicidal.
Or all three.