Another day of pointlessness. Had a LIFE run this morning during which me and a group of other guys were training, somewhat, for the upcoming 10 x 1km relay sometime at the end of this month. We split into two groups of 5 and did two timed rounds around the white house each. Damn, I came in at 1:24 and 1:36 on the first and second rounds; each round being roughly 420m. I was already super chui after running the first round. Imagine having to maintain that kind of timing for 6 whole rounds during IPPT if I want to get my Gold. Now I'm not so sure. More training will tell me if I'll be ready.
Spent the rest of the morning watching DCI videos in the library (yes, they have a very large collection of marching videos, DCI included), then spent the afternoon reading my book and jamming...I managed to fall asleep in the canteen this afternoon. Was just so tired. Probably because I slept past midnight last night. I wonder how people do it; work or play till late at night and still have the ability to display boundless energy the following day, having the same routine as always. I think I can get my new book this Friday.
Speaking of Friday, I took leave because the whole band was going down for parade while I wasn't, and I didn't want to be the only sad case stuck in the office the entire day while the rest of the band goes for given half day off after they return from the parade. I think I'm going to get New Moon from Carmen...which reminds me; since I'd have that, I don't need to get a new book just yet. haha. Thinking of going for another run to PY on Friday evening too. Probably going to meet Khairi as he gets off from band practice; says he needs to come over to my place to work on a cadence.
The previous run to PY has apparently fed a strange growing desire to run long distances. Probably the just endorphins talking, but hey, this time I'm willing to listen. I mean, I want to train, but running around in circles somewhere just doesn't speak to me. I need to go further, really take in the atmosphere and look at things around me while I'm running; not see the same old crap over and over again. I think I'm going to try a different route this time...hopefully increase the distance substantially but is not too complicated. It's too bad I can't listen to music while running during IPPT. Nothing tires me out more than the sound of my own laboured breathing.
Currently, as usual, there's some bangla on the phone with god fucking knows who standing at the parapet near my house. Don't you have a bloody house to talk in? Are you lost? There's a group of those lowlifes renting out the place right opposite my house. Every damn night they never fail to cause an unnecessary ruckus which lasts late into the night, the latest being about 2am as I recall. I remember waking up to the sound of laughing and realized it was them talking loudly inside their house. I thought it was morning already but when I looked at the clock it was only about 2am. God damn it! What did I do to deserve this audiometric torture? Once again I'm fantasizing myself with an aluminium baseball bat and a license to kill. hmmm. no, wait. That's reserved for slow walking people in crowded places. I'd better use a wooden one for this case. Or a hockey stick.
Spent the rest of the morning watching DCI videos in the library (yes, they have a very large collection of marching videos, DCI included), then spent the afternoon reading my book and jamming...I managed to fall asleep in the canteen this afternoon. Was just so tired. Probably because I slept past midnight last night. I wonder how people do it; work or play till late at night and still have the ability to display boundless energy the following day, having the same routine as always. I think I can get my new book this Friday.
Speaking of Friday, I took leave because the whole band was going down for parade while I wasn't, and I didn't want to be the only sad case stuck in the office the entire day while the rest of the band goes for given half day off after they return from the parade. I think I'm going to get New Moon from Carmen...which reminds me; since I'd have that, I don't need to get a new book just yet. haha. Thinking of going for another run to PY on Friday evening too. Probably going to meet Khairi as he gets off from band practice; says he needs to come over to my place to work on a cadence.
The previous run to PY has apparently fed a strange growing desire to run long distances. Probably the just endorphins talking, but hey, this time I'm willing to listen. I mean, I want to train, but running around in circles somewhere just doesn't speak to me. I need to go further, really take in the atmosphere and look at things around me while I'm running; not see the same old crap over and over again. I think I'm going to try a different route this time...hopefully increase the distance substantially but is not too complicated. It's too bad I can't listen to music while running during IPPT. Nothing tires me out more than the sound of my own laboured breathing.
Currently, as usual, there's some bangla on the phone with god fucking knows who standing at the parapet near my house. Don't you have a bloody house to talk in? Are you lost? There's a group of those lowlifes renting out the place right opposite my house. Every damn night they never fail to cause an unnecessary ruckus which lasts late into the night, the latest being about 2am as I recall. I remember waking up to the sound of laughing and realized it was them talking loudly inside their house. I thought it was morning already but when I looked at the clock it was only about 2am. God damn it! What did I do to deserve this audiometric torture? Once again I'm fantasizing myself with an aluminium baseball bat and a license to kill. hmmm. no, wait. That's reserved for slow walking people in crowded places. I'd better use a wooden one for this case. Or a hockey stick.
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