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Saturday, February 20, 2010
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Hi peeps,
Back form my second week of Bmt. Which wasn't really all that tough, just that there was a lot of running to do.
And i ABSOLUTELY hate running. I mean, in other sports at least you're chasing something (usually shadows if you're anything like me). In running you just go on and on, with no aim, no target except to finish your run and go home for a nice cup of ice cream. Which absolutely sucks.
Plus, air molecules who seem to belive they're an army of Spartans hell bent preventing me from passing through their precious Thermopylae. They're not much of a threat, but try propelling 70 kilos of solid muscle (and 1kg of protective packaging) through such forces for hours on end and you''d have a hard time too.
Furthermore, buffalo muscles were never made for running. We're not gazelles, for God's sake. We don't run for miles and miles and hope to tire out anything that might eat them first. We're built for charging; short burst of extraodinary power to send people flying. And heck, I'm so good at it that i could open a budget airline if i wanted to. But anyways, I was never made to run, and to force square pegs down round running tracks does seem abit idiotic, don't you think?
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