Why, hello.
Greetings to you, my imaginary readers!
It's been a while (I say this too often) since my last post. And yes, it's because I don't get any exercise. None at all.
I woke up at 9am today, despite my planned early (430am) coastal line run. It's now 254pm on my timepiece and I haven't had the chance to sweat (save for a few teaspoons shed while eating in a very hot NCCC Palawan food strip earlier today.)
As of 254pm today, I've stuffed my face with the following:
Fried Noodles and Shawarma Rice (my usual combo and personal NCCC Palawan favorite - found in the food strip.
A hamburger sandwich. - The patty was so thin you'd think it was ham. Or wet cardboard to be more accurate in appearance and taste.
A grande Melon Zagu with extra pearl. Yeah.
So, after stuffing myself with that, I find guilt. Feel bloated. Feel filthy. Like a black dude raped me. (okay, maybe not that dirty).
So I'm now decided. This is an afternoon of punishment. I will:
Walk 1 hour.
Run-walk 45 minutes.
Swim 30 minutes. If the coach allows me.
Dear God help me today.
Will write about this tomorrow.
Ciao.
- Rye
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