Ran 6.3 miles yesterday.

This morning was 10 rounds of a 1.3km loop.
I sort of came up with this to finish yesterday's blurb around my 5th round. Loops make me loopy!!

I love the way we communicate, when your eyes focus on my funny lip shape. Sometimes I hear my voice and its been silent all these years when my screams get lost in a paper cup. You convince me theres a heaven where the screams have gone. I think the sky is falling.

9kms followed by 50 minutes of continuous stair running. I usually dont eat at night and run early morning. Last night however I had a bowl of kheer with grapes and it was the perfect amount of fuel - I felt strong and powered through. A very rare feeling nowadays.

I may try this again. Not too much that the dairy and fiber upsets the tummy - just enough for the glycogen to make home in the muscles to provide fuel.

I wanted to write this down before I forget: I love the way we communicate, when your eyes focus on my funny lip shape. Sometimes I hear my voice and its been silent all these years when my screams get lost in a paper cup.

A recap of our first summer's night almost 11 months ago - except many hours too less and what seems like a lifetime ago. In my mind's eye, I remember it vividly, for I ran much the same way then as I did today. 3 miles with you in my head.

The pain in my battle-scarred body is no match for the pain in my heart.

I am so sorry.

A bit more upbeat today.

Due to my recent life change, I have been unintentionally vegetarian. While I love my vegetables and fruit, there arent enough macadamia nuts in the world to make me forget the pleasure of eating animal flesh. I dream of eating a rotiserrie bird with my bare hands, followed by a horse for dessert. I kid, I kid - about the horse part of course. The other day I was buying spinach and capsicum from the produce section, I passed by the meat department and felt like a level three sex offender in a porn shop.

Anyway, I logged in 14 miles this am. Its a beautiful morning here in Singapore.

I like dying and I'm pouring constant regrets. I'm dying, praying and bleeding - maybe I'm too lost to be saved.

My god, my Tourniquet return to me salvation.