Work it

Wanted to resume my exercise regime last evening, but could not because my jogging shoes fell apart when I fished it out of the store room. That was a sure sign that I've not exercised for a loooooooong time.

So today, after work, I went to buy myself a new pair of jogging shoes.

Once home, I changed quickly, half-ran-half-brisk-walked around my immediate neighbourhood, worked my arms at an exercise corner and climbed 17 storeys up to my apartment. I can't feel my legs and my arms burn too much to even remove my shirt.

It felt like I had worked out for two bloody hours when, in fact, only 35 miserable minutes had passed!

Reality can be so cruel. :(