Got a mild cold yesterday. Made the mistake of thinking I'm still in my early 20s and slept without a shirt on the night before. Popped a couple of cold tablets last night hoping that I'll wake up with the cold all gone. Unfortunately, it decided to hang around a little longer..
The cold tablets made me extremely drowsy and I slept and stoned through a large portion of lectures today. Since I had already agreed to go for a run with Ahmad in the evening and obviously still struggling with the fact that I'm 28 and no longer young, I went ahead and ran our 6.5km route the Singapore River.
The run was tough and despite Ahmad going "don't worry bro, we go slow, you set the pace", he was the one leading me all the way and inadvertently, setting a pace of his own. Felt like shit after the run and as I was at the gym to hit the shower, an amusing thought came to my head. I can't remember if it was V who said it once but every time I'm sick, I think of this line.. "Men are babies when they're sick". We always wants someone to molly coddle us, to tuck us in bed and bring us hot tea, to fuss over us when we don't want to take our medicine etc etc. For a brief while, I thought about how I don't have that any more. You win some you lose some I suppose. C'est La Vie.
Not all us have the fortune of having a hot girlfriend, win the WC and have a nickname like Sant Iker right?
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