Fitness Rats

I won't be hitting this month's target for project invincible. Nevertheless, I've made quite a brilliant progress. I'd revert back to jogging in the evening since yesterday only coz it rained early morning. And boy, does it feel different. It turns out that the stampede-rs are really relay runners. I'm just not convinced enough though. Haha.

Then I got annoyed just now after I'd completed my last round. I dunno...just felt pissed off somehow. It was actually this guy who looked like a freaking drug addict and who wasn't even dressed properly to work out. With his underwear exposed that is. He kept looking to the back, as if trying to find potential competitors. It's the look on his face which says "I can run faster than the rest of you." And my mood fluctuates instantaneously.

I hate it when people do that. Maybe it's my imagination. But whatever lah. I for one thinks that the stadium is really meant for anyone and everyone regardless of shape, size or speed (as in running/jogging speed). In the name of maintaining a healthy lifestyle. If there are freaks who'd like to treat it as a bloody competition, they might as well take up their kinda race elsewhere. And this is the SECOND time it's happened hokay. The last time was when I was out jogging around my neighbourhood estate, and that had me totally flipped out too. Urgh.

I'm gonna have to jog in the morning tomorrow coz the stadium's gonna be out of bounds in the evening to make way for a soccer match I think. So out with the freaks and in with the oldies who does their workout to some dangdut tunes. Whahaha!

In other stories (haha!), I'm now starting to watch Cashmere Mafia and Lipstick Jungle. Only because both shows have the Devil Wears Prada feel to it. And both are based in New York and you know how much I love any shows which centres around the NY area ever since I'd gotten hooked to Gossip Girl. CM is scandalous enough on its first episode with two gay women kissing each other. Like mouth to mouth. Ohhhmmyyy.