First day of the rest of my life

And I'm feeling great!

If you have known me long enough, you will know that my physical fitness is at a most appalling state. And it is a simple proven fact out of many experiences in the past.

My mom once told me a very scary thing about my family's medical history: high blood pressure on her side, and high cholestrol on my dad's side.

Dang, I had better get started with exercising before I die young. So here is the deal so far:

2001: PE lesson. Ran two laps around the field (400m), stopped short and vomited.
2004: Jogathon. Ran a full 2km before finally giving in and walked the rest of the way.
2005: Jogathon again. Managed to jog right up until the finishing line was in sight, and nearly blacked out just short of it.

But well, all things have to start anew right? After being so inspired at how Kenny Sia ran the 42km marathon, I thought jogging was an easy feat, I mean like, if he can do it, I most definitely can!

After 20 minutes, I swear that I can fill a swimming pool with my sweat. My leg muscles were all tensed up, I was sweating profusely, I was seeing lights dancing in front of my eyes, and gosh I think I'm hearing voices too.

How can a fat bloke run so much longer than me??!!

I suppose I can blame it on my asthma that I have had since I was 2. I probably can blame it on the fact that the canvas shoes I was wearing were just not made for running. I can say that the sun was in my eyes. There were dogs on the way. I was carrying a key in one hand which bothered the perfect alignment of my body and caused my body to lose energy faster.

Or I'm just not fit, lah.

Well tomorrow is another day of the same thing. Anyone wants to join me?


Out of breath,
Jo