Serves me right. Procrastination once again leads to a sticky situation. I was all psyched up to run ten laps today. But less than half way through at 4 1/2 laps, I had to stop because I felt like puking. Maybe I should've started training earlier. Maybe I should've woken up earlier today instead of running at 12pm the hottest part of the day. And maybe I should've started training two months ago.
Well, here's hoping I don't die on Sunday from running the 10k. For the record, I'm not being overly dramatic, someone did die last year. Although he died running the full marathon which is 42k.
I'll try my darn best though, since I promised my mum to run with her. Hey, if she can do it, so can I, right?
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