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These few weeks I'm experimenting with a new training regime ( Not another one, somebody groans). In order to be better, you must build a base and gain your mileage,and speed will come automatically, says a book by running expert Jack Daniels ( Don't laugh, it's really his name. No kidding). And in order to build my base, I'm running 5k daily for 5 days and an LSD on the 6th. Daily mileage will increase in time.
1st week: Task completed.42K mileage complete and it felt ok.
2nd week : mileage was cut in half. Wasn't able to do my LSD as my parents were vacationing down under.
3rd week: (this week la) Karutttttt...It's Thursday and I only achieved 11K so far. And I'm still pondering whether to run or cross train this afternoon.

Thing is, to run everyday means I have to hit the dreadmill at 5- ish am. And it's so hard to peel yourself from the lovely comforter to pound on, when your children and spouce are blissfully snoring away. Like today , for instance when Hub got up at 5.20 am and saw me still under the covers,he said " I thought you're gonna run this morning"
" Tengahhari lah" I replied and went back dozing.
Apakah? Am I bitten by the M bug?

Last few weeks Hub trained in the wee hours of the morning, which makes my morning run better because I have motivation to get up so early. Recently his daily runs are done late in the evening, while I'm at home cooking dinner and taking care of the kids. And I envy him so much because he can do his daily runs outside while I'm stuck on the dreadmil. Not that I can't run outside. But when it comes to running outside alone, I'm such a chickenshit. There, I said it.

Cluck, cluck, cluck. I'm a chickenshit.
 I hate the catcalls. I hate the weird stares. I hate the orangtuas tsk tsk tsk-ing.
Can't people mind their own business?

I have to serap aura berani from Kak Haza, Kak June and Kak Kash.
I need a good bashing in the head.

Ntahpapela aku ngarut hari ni. I need a good long LSD.