Final Note

Just to say that this blog is officially closed. Thanks all who have been with me for this journey, whether you are just a stranger, an acquaintance, a chum or even a foe. It's been great, but it will be no more.

So, Happy 2008. To more fantastic journeys and fresh beginnings.

Love
Bmuse

much more than nothing

When a certain sports brand came up with the slogan 'Impossible is nothing', I was pretty taken with it. Three words that capture the essence of the never-say-never attitude for sportsmen and women, professional, amateur or leisure. Thumbing your nose at the seemingly unattainable goals - oh so nonchalently cool.

But as I pushed through long runs and trainings, I took a different take from it.

Impossible is not nothing. It's sweat, blood and even tears. Not forgetting lots and lots of mental strength and self-discipline.

So, nope, it's not nothing, it can't be written off just like that. To achieve the impossible, it's way more than that.

But that immense satisfaction that you earn with going for it with all you've got? All so worth it.

gift from the gang

My new gym gunny, all comfy soft and roomy, to lug all my stuff to work on gym days.
Belated it may be, but I still love it. Thanks guys! :)

listening comprehension

After a long day at work, all factors were conducive to hop into yoga at the gym tonight - location, timing, I even lugged all my gear.

Yet.

The body was really craving for a good long run. Which I did. Heaved the heavy gym bag back home, then went for a mind-emptying jog at the park.

The bliss from listening to that lil voice of truth is simply incomparable. Not forgetting the immense satisfaction of fulfillment too. Too often, it's so easy to ignore that nagging small voice of logic and truth, drowned out by the lazy drawl whispering all manners of temptations and paths of least resistance into your ears, playing into your every weakness that who else but yourself would know best. I suppose that's why the inner devil is the hardest to fight.

But I'm slowly learning, listening more carefully to that quiet murmur. And as I learn to refocus my attentions, it gets a lil more firm, a lil more clear. And I'm reminded, of how we can be our worst enemies, but our best friends too. :)

dream came true

except that it wasn't a good dream. :p

On Sunday morning, I woke up at 7.15am. Early it may be, but still way too late, considering that flag0ff for Shape Run was 7.30am!?!

*silent scream*

I was strangely calm though, perhaps cos it was really too late to do anything about it, and also cos while I was a tinge disappointed that I missed it, it's not life and death. But yes, it's always been a fear that I will oversleep and miss a race, and it's finally come true. Gaah.

Well, seeing that I crashed back into sleep after weighing all options, to awaken only after noon, I reckon that the body must really have been too tired, and I would not have performed well anyways. So best to listen to the voice of reason and rest up.

Just need to note that this doesn't happen come December. Or I guess I will really scream. =P