And I wish I can fly. This way I can fly all the way from the starting point of the race to the end point. Hurhur.
Yup, I’m joining the standard chartered race this year, competing under 10km. Very minor to those pros out there. 10km. Actually would have been nothing a few years back. Now, it’s like chasing after the bus 635372826382 times.
Only joined because the entry was given free to me (one of the very few perks of being in my job) and I won’t feel like shit if I can’t wake up for the race in time. It’s not cheap lor!
#truestory (about the notbeingabletowakeupintimepart)
But my Nike Air trainers is pink so exercising makes me happy, so far. Shall post a picture of that bimbotic shoe some other day.
Anyway my pre-cramps are being a bitch so I’ll make this short. Shall post a picture of my part-time boyfriend Mr. D and one of a chipmunk.
Sorry if I scared you.
Nights! <3
