pull off!

I just began my study-exercise routine.


No not study and exercise at the same time, but exercise frequently after studying.


Yeah.. I hate running.. it's just so friggin' boring.


(hee sorry Terry)


But I can't think of any other form of cardiovascular.. so I have no choice.


Woah running again after four months of lazing is no joke.


I half-died last week after my first run.


But you know what??


The joy of completing your run...


Is ecstatic.


Well today after my run I headed to the park to do my other exercises.


And this guy.. seemed younger than me.. came over to the pull-up bars.. which were near my exercise area..


(He was wearing slippers and seemed to only want to do the pull-ups)


And started doing all kinds of weird pull-ups and whatnot.


Swinging 360 degrees around the bar.. hanging upside down..


And kept staring at me..



Well I just continued doing my push-ups.. sit-ups and crunches..


(My 6 pack's coming along Terry.)


And tried to ignore him.


I didn't wanna challenge him at my worse station anyway.


But he kept walking away then coming back to do somemore.


Glancing at me all the time, as if expecting something.


I was like.. 'what the heck whats your problem there aren't even any girls here lah..'


Besides a few maids and old ladies..


And the problem is I use the pull-bar to do my abdominal stretching.. so I use it.


So after my workout, when I was so beat.. I went to stretch down..


Aaaaand that Bugger was still there lah!!


Worse off he went to sit at a bench facing the bars and blatantly watched me do my stretching!!


So I was like 'fine I'll just do 1 so he can jackoff!'


But the problem was.. I overdid my quota of push ups!! Did too many!!


And even though it's diff muscle groups I had ran 2.5k, did 60 crunches, 35 sit ups and two sets of 20 push-ups,


And I had like almost no strength already.


So I BARELY.. barely.. managed to scrape 1 miserable pull up.


Pathethic.


Then I pretended I hadn't stretched enough yet and did somemore stretching.


But I knew I couldn't manage anymore.


I gave a glance at my watch, and jogged off in the other direction, all the long way back home.


Heh..


Give me like 2 months or so..


Then if I see him again..


I'll whoop his a**