My mum wringed her nose when she found out that I was going running at 4.15pm this afternoon, under the searing heat of the September sun. It turned out that the sun didn’t burn at all, and was comfortable enough with the slight breeze for a great jog. I thought I had cracked my knee when I was hurling myself down 14 flights of steps, but it turned out to be just a small stretch. It feels good to just run under the gentle sun, with good music plugged in and an empty running track.
The overwhelming stress I had exerted on myself for the past few days.Some frays of innocent infatuation.Those 200 calories from a portion of a mooncake which I’ve guiltily fed myself.Some comment someone kept repeating over the past 2 days.Worrying over my poor ability to keep up with that module.The disturbing yet relevant lyrics from a haunting song.
I needed to run these off.
And I’ll find more reasons to keep on running.
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