Sunday, December 28, 2008

mg called in the morning and asked me out.
nah, not for fun, but for us to realise how bad our fitness was.
mg wanted to run, and since my ankle is still a mini dumpling, i walked the usual route we usually went running.
quote mg;
'we're the worst emaciated hippos that ever walked the earth!'
exaggeration, no doubt, but still, maaaaan.
i guess those days of binging prior to exam period, DURING, and (oh heaven forbid) after exam period, finally caught up to us.
can't run fast enough, can't do enough pull ups, can't do enough push ups, can't do enough squats, can't do enough lunges.
can't, can't, can't.

it's made worse by the fact that mg, the sadistic bastard, chose a regime he saw online.
like modified push ups and sit ups.
don't get me started on the squats..
if yijia or anyone who knows about my knee injury found out what kind of squats i attempted, i'd be on a train straight to hell.
i swear after the trip, we were tired, but NOT triumphant.
mg was hilarious.

conversation between me and mg.
me: hey, you wanna take a shower before we catch breakfast or something like that?
mg: (mutters) fuck it. study some more. fuck fuck.
me: mg, you wanna get breakfast?
mg: (mutters) damn fuck, i'm soooo fucking unfit. oh god. i've bags of fat everywhere! omg. i'm a cellulite tree!
me: MG!!!!!!!
mg: huh? you said something?
me: .........

if mg was a cellulite tree, i'll be of an acceptable mass, okay.
hence, the reality check sunk in well.
maybe a little too well.
now all i want to do is run, run, run and not eat at all.
take a leaf out of britney's book, yo.

oooh, and butt suggested starbucks.
(whistles)
yes, yes, yes.
but i'm running 2983867358635 laps right after indulging in those calorific beverages.
and die immediately after.
laughs.