Porridge!

I decided to be adventurous and try a new breakfast - *drum roll please* - cold porridge. Porridge has been one constant in my life, not lately however. So last night, I decided to be really really creative with it and decided to have the "swiss" stylie - basically where you mix up everything and leaves it to stew in the fridge overnight. They have these stale concoctions in over-priced hotels that try to be posh and look like vomit. Anyway, it looked disgusting, but since I am open-minded I decided to give it a shot. I actually ran long this morning because I was dreading being back home for it. Cold anything reminds me of Henrietta Green, that awful stingy woman who died a millionaire - she never turned on the stove so she could save on gas and had cold porridge every day. Yes, this was actually going through my mind during my run. Cold anything makes me feel...well...cold and absolutely not comforted - I think its my North Indian tendency to over-heat everything shining through! Needless to say, room temperature, much like moderation, is something I abhor.

Anyway, I heated it up and all was good in the world again. Oh Porridge - how I have missed thee!

A really difficult new route I took today - absolutely loved it! It was broken up by 4 steep bridges that I walked. 11 miles. 8 slow and the last 3, I managed to sprint and forget about the heat/my legs/sweating. (For anyone interested, I basically took the Bus 36 route down Siglap, Bedok, etc - the East. I bumped into a few fellow crazies who also decided to ditch the usual routes. The usual ones are way too crowded by annoying little kids and "bikers" - those obnoxious boys who look like they are racing through the Tour de France. Anyway, this rant is for another post.)
Followed by 25 - a mile - laps in the cold cold pool.