running

Just got back from a run. I always feel good after a run. Always. The sense of satisfaction after a long run... Sweat pouring down my face, dripping off me... forming little puddles on the floor as i do my streching. I think i'm addicted to running, just like some pple are addicted to smoking or drugs. The adrenaline pumping in my body, working all the frustration and stress out of my body, the breathlessness of it, the pain to a certain extent. I don't know. There seems to be some kind of symbolism in running. It's like running away from the problems... leaving them all behind. Sprinting towards something better.

I miss my training days in vj. I miss going for long runs with the msisters. I miss doing long runs at east coast... 8k, 10k or even 12k. I miss the times el and i sat at bedok jetty, staring out into the sea. I miss sitting on the breakwaters with sining, looking at the waves crashing into the breakwater... chatting and reflecting upon our lives.

Haven't ran with dad for quite a long time. Wanted to go run with him yesterday but i was too tired after being out the whole day. We used to race each other at the last stretch of the road to see who reaches the finishing point first. Sometimes, he wins and sometimes, i.

There's dance practice again tonight. Mr Fan will be coming down to dance theatre today. I volunteered myself for peter's opening piece and kelvin's piece for the feb performance. Though, i don't really fancy jazz (that's for peter's piece)... Well, i shall just give it a shot.

Perhaps, i'll go run tmr with dad. Tonight will be too exhausting. Perhaps.