Why does every Ippt makes me feels like puking during the final stretch of the 2.4km run? The puke was almost up my throat when i crossed the finishing line. I, however, did not feel happy
completing the run but rather f*** up cause i rush to the toilet to puke. Yellowish, sourish substance oozes freely out...
Training for Ippt started a long time ago even before Chinese New Year but i delayed the taking of the Ippt for the fear of failing. Running on the treadmil in the gym constantly to improve stamina, mounting the bar to do a couple of chin-ups, jumping around and training the fats-invested abdominals became a fixture in my weekly schedule. An advice for all those training for the next Ippt, running on the treadmil gives you the false impression that you can run withinn the timing. To achieve maximum results please go to the track and "RUN THE 6 RDS". This will be the most accurate representation of your 2.4km timing. The treadmil has shock absorbtion to reduce impact on your legs making you feel less tired and the contant belt rate cannot be representative of your ability to meet the timing. But, of course, for a start to your training programme the treadmil is a good avenue.
After months of training and preparation, you would have thought that you will easily ace the run but hack, things are always not what you planned for, especially the run. I hate it! Just the start of the run and i feel uncomfortable all over. You start hoping for a miracle to happen when you can give up and still managed to pass. You pant like never before and its like running with a parachute behind you and every step is a step closer to a collapsed heart, but run you still must. After you finish one round you stop for a drink. F***! Those people standing around the water point are really not people that are going to serve you the drinks! I went up the them and thought the would pass me a drink and i can run and then throw the cup some distance down. THEY FREAKING LOOK AT ME BLANKLY! Then i realised the water point was for you to fill up your own cup, slowly enjoy the drinks, then run again. Disgusted, i grabbed a cup and scope up some water near a pail that was meant for people to was the cups and gulped down a mouthful. "SONG"! Then the agony starts once more...
The last round was littered with raps of my puking sounds, "ORH...", "HERH...", "ORYAK..." the puke was almost up my troat when i crossed the finishing line. I, however, did not feel happy completing the run but rather F*** up cause i rushed to the toilet to puke. Yellowish, sourish substance oozes freely out...
My timing 11:11...
1 comment:
11:11 is fail?
I saw the photo of us in one of the albums in your Friendster blog. Very good hor, you!
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
You. Are. Going. To. Get. It
Post a Comment