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Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Forty Winks

I felt like an elephant with superglue stuck on my feet. That is how I am after a couple of weeks without weight training. Although I run during weekends, nothing beats pumping iron and the sweet pain of DOMS(Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness). So last night, I was headstrong to give my muscles the jolt it needs, for me to be more agile.
The pressure was intense not to lie on the couch and watch TV. So I took coffee, and lit a smoke(people warned me about this already, so there's no need to comment about it) After an hour, I was doing bench presses, dumbbell curls, and laughing at Seinfeld's antics. I was done at around 11:30pm. I was fulfilled that I achieved my objective to train.
In my room, I relieved my exhaustion by reading a health mag I just purchased(so pathetic), but kept on taking a piss due to the large quantity of liquid intake I had. When my eyelids felt giving in, I suddenly feel to take another visit to the john. Haah. When would this stop? After around five to six times of the latter scenario, it was cloud nine. My muscles were no longer exhausted, my mind was calm, and the start of the Chrismas chill made me grin. The feeling was sooo comforting.
Purgatory. I was 60 percent away from getting a complete sleep, and 40 percent awake. Suddenly, I heard a catfight outside my window. My heartbeat grew faster that usual. I was so disappointed being awake. Time? 1am. I lost my urge to sleep. As if the nap I took was already enough. I know I need to sleep. I don't want to feel grumpy the following day. But sleep just won't visit me. So I lit another smoke. 1:30am. Sleep, sleep, sleep...(I felt like Ralph, the main character from the novel Insomia by Stephen King) Where the hell did that come from? It's past two and you remember a novel? What a dillema. I did enjoy that novel, though found the ending quite disappointing. But I still need to sle...zzzzzzz.

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