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Haha, i feel like crying.

There are times when you dunno whether to laugh or cry. Or maybe just do them both simulataneously.

Friends friends dear friends. Wonders they create. Storms they cause. Peer pressure came in the form of positive and negative. Peer support came too, in tough times like this. Emotions are wavering in the uproar. Yet, i m blessed.

Rise to the occasion. Not so occasionally. Just THE occasion. That s what i ve been doing all the time. Hanging by the starboard, throughout the entire journey, and pulling myself up to the deck when the waves damp my feet. But now, i slipped. Paddling furiously back. My mates are offering a hand, but the old captain's at the helm. He wouldnt budge. No one is EVER allowed to fall. But now i have, will he pick me up?

The pain was excruciating today. Numbing it was only temporal. It s gonna be a painful 2 - 3 weeks. It s still bearable. Barely bearable.

800m in 2 days time. High hopes, high expectations, only achieved by the level of punishment my body can withstand. The foot, the ankle, the calf, the shin, the quads, the hamstring, the core, the arm, and most importantly, the mind. I need to adjust the state of mind. Have to be focussed.

SPH Relays last week, probably wasnt in the best shape but i m close to my target.
The teachers understand, does the P?
The class is upping the tempo, only to drift away from one another.
I'm not doing anything, wait, can i?




I am not discouraged because every wrong attempt discarded is another step forward.
There's so much to say but i always choose not to.