Days earlier, when i was in gym, i was slapped with a disturbed reality. Never that i’ve ever imagined that the weight scale will tip to its century mark (almost), with me on top of it. I watched the scale’s window it while the digit speed up to the left with a horrendous feeling. Gosh, this is what happened when taking ‘pleasure’ to the extreme. The attitude of ‘see-food-and-eat-it-all’ had overwhelmed me, yet again.
So i decided to do something on me. I have to shed this excesses fast, safe & simple. Poking on my gray-matter that night i resolved to embrace into new type of exercise which i hardly did before. I embraced to WALK!
When the sun rises on the very next morning, once i’m done with my solat, i geared myself up with my 3/4 track suit, NB shoe, a bottle of drinking water, Timex HRM watch and not forgetten my trusted-cool-reliable IPOD. When i head out from the front door, i can suddenly felt the heat surge wanting to tear my skin apart. It’s hot! Exorbitantly hot. The temperature is ranging 34-37C, with humidity level at 9-12%. And it just half past 5 in the morning. While thinking about the repercussion of not having a good health condition, i braved myself getting out, start doing what i planned earlier.
Its my bad when the first 10 minutes, i’ve tore away my plan. Instead of walking, i opt for jogging. The feeling is great, endorphine kicking up almost instantly. The wind blows slowly, penetrating my skin & i can fell almost immediately that my skin’s moisture vaporized to the thin air. While gasping myself for a sufficient supply of air, at that time too, my throat turns dry as dry as the sand dune up north of this city. My heartbeat running at 173 BPM. Its not a good sign. So i grabbed my drink, sip it a little bit to cool myself off. On the 11 minutes, my fibularis longus giving up on me. So i had to walk. This is the earlier plan anway. So i walk for the next 25 minutes till i reach home. 35 minutes of jogging & walking, covered not more than 3.5km. Nothing beat that for time being. Then i head to the office, with adrenaline up-surge and feeling fresh.
That afternoon, my friends & i head to Malaz Restaurant, just next to the Al-Faisaliah Tower to….pigging out. The food is cheap. We had plenty of North Indian food. To our amazement, they had ‘Teh Tarik’ too and renamed it to ‘pull tea’. Hah, whatever. I don’t fancy it anyway.
Another ‘sin’ committed. The mutton masala taking a toll on me. I fell like i’m in the hot oven.
Time to start walking again…
to be continue….