yesterday morning, i went for my usual saturday 4km jog-run-walk at the stadium.
gee, i'm beginning to fall for it.
the track i mean.
it's just me and the track.
me and the track.
the chemistry.
how i pour out my emotions with the tempo of my feet against the rubber-carpeted (sp?) track...
again, it's me and the track.
well, my MP3 help loads too.
the music. the beat.
specially when i'm jogging with 'dance.dance' by fall out boy blasting to my ears.
really help me go on and on.
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i need new trackshoes.
something that i can call my own.
even my younger sis have her own trackshoes.
plus it's not a hand-me-down.
something that's orange.
bright orange.
or maybe lime green.
eye-catchy green.
if it's pink, please make it hot-pink (okay... that's not hot!) with black (and that's not black either...!).
i'm fickle, i know.
... but really, i need new trackshoes.
my current one, the hand-me-down from my elder sis tracom years to my mother friday aerobics, finally to me, is screaming "let me REST-IN-PEACE!" .
seriously, that particular trackshoes had some bonding moments with me.
from surviving with me through out the Banding Perak camp, all the way to me falling in love to the track.
it is something, really.
*cutesy*
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the wind. the sweat. and not forgetting, the eye-feasting.
i just love looking at nice toned legs.
the ones from those avid-joggers.
... one day, i'll take a snap shot of those people whom i always see whenever i go jogging.
the uncle who has nice toned legs, and jogged non-stop splashing sweat to whoever is near.
the ns-men, who used to be kinda obese but gee, look at those now-built-up body.
the ex-smoker who jogs with cigarrete box on his hand only as a drive to quit and dispose them each time he ends his jogging session.
the ah-mas and ah-gongs doing the taiqi.
the couple who go to the stadium to do their "exercise".
and so on...
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*interesting... *