omg shit. for the first time in my life excluding my infant days my father owned me in running.

my mum complained i was getting too fat and needed pure exercise for my health's sake(apparently my waitressing job that requires me to stand 12 hours a day doesnt count as exercise). so i went down with my father last night to have a decent exercise and i got freaking owned by 5-10 mins later.

1st min. hopping about freely like a crazy bunny.
2nd min. still fresh but lacking the lustre.
3rd min. developed a stupid stitch that refused to go away.
4th min. stitch boomed into an irritating pain in the waist.
5th min. decided to concentrate on completing the run instead of looking at scenery.
6th min. wanted to die.
7th~10th min. somewhere in between, laboured breathing and feeling rather light headed.

i gave up although i sweated very little. my father was damned shocked and continued to own me somemore by telling me to go rest at the playground while he finished his run. ARGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

went to the playground and walked three runs before i decided if i walked anymore, im gonna throw up and leave a stinking mess on the grass. so i sat down and hugged my knees until i felt better. dad came back ard 10 mins later. went back and dragged myself to a bathe cuz i still felt nausea.

to end this post, we made a promise to each other not to tell my mum this happened, else i dunno what would happen if she knew =.=

p.s. anyone free to watch "happy feet" with me? initially wanted to watch with someone else... but i guess cant already with what happened.



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