I went for the New Balance Real Run today, held at Sentosa. Having not had any running done for the past week, and little running done for the past few, I expected a poor run; thankfully the run wasn’t too bad, and I managed to complete it not disgracefully.
But probably an outcome of such hard running after a reasonably long lay-off from running is that I’m currently suffering from a general feeling of tiredness; as if all my energy’s been spent, and I’m but a slow moving shell of a me.
For the previous three months since I had returned from Brunei, I’ve managed to uphold a dedication to cover about 30km worth of run every week, until the past couple of weeks, where I’ve run 7km (the week before the last) and 0km (last week).
My body’s starting to show signs of sluggishness as well, both in the form of function and aesthetics. Of course, you might call this a step back after two steps forward.
So, not too bad overall, I guess…
Anyhow, on a different note. The muse still hasn’t really come back to me, so I’ll stick to writing commentary on my life for the time being.
Forgive the ego.