Like a shag. Shag only.
This week was mainly pissant week - full of muscle soreness, bad luck and well, money flying off to random places into oblivion - not to mention a few KNNBCCBs rocketing in random directions at supersonic speeds.
First there was Muay Thai trial lesson at Liang Court two days ago. It was raining, and I was still too sleepyheaded to care what time I turned up so I went there late.
A bit stupid, really. There wasn't really the need to rush anyway since it turned out to be a tekan-during-chill session. Three minutes of running around the gym, then burpees, then duck walk, then push ups... next thing I knew was that I grabbed that blue stuff you call Ventolin. Pretty bad shit and bad luck, its been almost a year since I last used it. Gives you a nasty dry mouth afterwards but you breathe better.
Next on the menu is the literally menu-reading at Saizeriya nearby. Italian food, mainly pizzas, spaghetti and uh. Escargots. Good juicy fat escargots, but I swear I could've enjoyed the food there better if it wasn't for that spur of the moment that made me want to lose weight and start dieting at a friggin' Italian restaurant that cost me $17 and a half-full stomach with mostly shrimp salad which apparently was a stupid low calorie dish that made me hungry for the rest of the day. A stupid waste of money - looking back, I'd rather grow fat there and then, and do something else about it later.
Maybe there's just something about the Muay Thai that makes you momentarily stupid and unable to think for just that few minutes and giving away cash for raw vegetables when you could be having much more...
Then came swimming - and oh, the pain from doing Muay Thai on sandbags just about started to really squeeze your muscles hard. Sore muscles. Sore only.
Gotta start reporting sick before my legs give way. And no, no handstands or wheelchairs, please.
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