thoughtless ramblings

hmmm. writing out my blog while i'm in camp doesn't seem too bad an idea. at least it gives me a chance of keeping it semi-current.

though, i'd still have to book-out from this god-forsakened place in order for me to upload them.

augh. my ideas usually end up like stillborn infants. bloah. to hell with it.

after all, idle hands are the devil's workshop. as is very evident from the below photos:

major crisis. i was actually unable to achieve a silver during yesterday's IPPT. holy crap. talk about stunning achievements; this is definitely one, but of the lowest order. i'd managed to score four points or more for each of the static stations, putting me in pretty good shape for getting a gold, assuming if i manage to clock a timing of 9:44 and below for my 2.4KM run.

and i nearly made it. with huge emphasis on the word 'nearly'.

breakdown:

i needed to complete each of the three 800M rounds with a timing of 3:15 and below. at the end of my second round, my total timing stood at 6:04. but if you've seen cars running over spiked speed strips, you have a general concept of what happened to me on my third round: i deflated like a leaky balloon, leaving me with a less-than-decent timing for my run.

extremely saddening.

off-topic note: i'm not sure why, or how it was related to me at that particular point of time, but while i was struggling my miserable ass through the last round, i had this vivid hallucination of Darth Vader floating beside me, telling me that he finds my 'lack of faith in the Force disturbing'.

so i'm a complete nerd.

sue me.