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I can still taste the bile at the back of my throat from earlier. My parents decided that it would be better if I started preparing for NS now, and so have recently been putting pressure on me to establish a daily routine of exercise involving the treadmill. While I initially objected, quite strongly in fact, I began to see the benefits of such a system put in place, especially in the long term. And so I consented this afternoon, after my mum called on the way home from work yet again to get on the treadmill.

2.4km is the standard distance which is used in Singapore Physical Fitness Tests, and so I decided that might be a starting point. Then came the speed which I had to set. By my calculations, in order to pass the test I would need a speed of something like 10km/h, making it about a 15minute run. Sounds pretty reasonable right? I mean, 2.4km in 15 mins is a relatively average time I would assume, if not slightly below average.

The starting part was pretty easy, I kept pace, and then after about 3 minutes I started feeling the strain. Which was a lot sooner than I expected. Anyway, press on. By about 10 minutes I thought I was near death, but I resisted the urge to hit the button that would just reduce the speed. One thing about treadmills, their pretty motivational in the fact that you can see how much distance you've covered, and how much further you have to go. In my case, perhaps that worked against me.

By the time I was on the last 400m or so, I realised that if this was a real track I would be sprinting it. Somehow the aftereffects of putting such strain on my body seem to be reduced when I shorten the final circuit with a burst of speed. This wasn't really possible with the treadmill. Well, it probably wasn't a good thing to do either, even if the treadmill went that high. So I maintained the speed, and tried to keep my eyes on the distance counter, which was barely visible due to the obsessive amounts of perspiration I seem to produce.

Right after I hit 2.4km I stopped the machine, promptly proceeded to get off, tripped on the edge of the treadmill as my legs buckled under me, leaving me flat on the floor. I couldn't get up. 10 minutes later, I still couldn't get up. And then I tried, my legs felt odd, not to mention the pain and numbness engulfing me. After about one second, I thought I would make it to a semi-upright posture when my head felt like it just got stepped on by a Fel Reaver (play WoW to get the reference ^^), literally. Back on the floor, all the while realising what bad practice this was, but being unable to do anything about it really.

15 minutes after I finished running I managed to make my way to the bed (mixture of crawling and dragging) where I then succumbed again. My head span too much to do anything logical like it was telling me to, such as to stop hyperventilating, to stop blood flow to my head, to go drink water, to get some salt etc. It was like this that my mum found me after she got home for work.

It's not funny when someone comes in when you're more or less disabled, and instead of leaving me alone, the thing I needed the most at that time, she then proceeded to give me a lecture on how stupid I was to begin training at such a high speed, or for that distance, and to stop breathing so fast, and to sit up. What she didn't realise was that I was physically incapable of doing any of those things, my brain possibly the only fully semi functional part of me. I couldn't even voice my annoyance and discontent (probably a good thing), and tell her to leave me alone (not such a good thing).

Eventually, in a deck chair sitting more or less outside where it was cool, having drank half a glass of water and another half glass of isotonic drink, I felt the familiar peristaltic muscular movements in my oesophagus and pyloric sphincter (I was about to vomit). Which I did, making me feel much better, even able to walk properly. And rage at my mum.

Edit: Upon further reflection, I realised that I think I have a problem when it comes to discerning messages from my brain from messages from my body. Despite the obvious damage that I knew I would suffer from pushing myself to that extent, I deigned myself to go on, possibly mistaking that as another excuse my mind was throwing at me. And yet, if I gave in then, what resolve would I be left? I uncovered a belief of my own then: I seem to refuse to give up on something once I resolve to finish it. A very terrible one to hold in this case, but that's what it seems.

Anyway! Back to the happenings since school ended. The LAN on Sunday was great, some fun games with Ray and stuff, I think I learnt a lot from that LAN in terms of further Dota intricacies and the like, some of those guys were really amazing players. David's house that night was more of less learning how to play Playstation 2 pretty much (I've never owned a console in my life, in case you hadn't heard =) ), in a Naruto fighting game~

I got my computer back today as well, the techs refused to replace my damn motherboard. Stingy people. They just checked it, said oh it's working, and gave it back. I KNOW it's working, it's just old and slowed down. Come on. They did replace my cooling system though, and recommended a reimage if it was still slow -.-". In the long term, I'll probably have to get to that some time, but until then that's not an option. Transferring stuff to my new HDD is incredibly slow (thanks to the computer itself...).

Anyway, back to WoW. I'm apparently a slow leveller, and I really need 70 before I get into NS! Go go~

Cyaz.

Free kill~!