My dad told me that if I start borderlining my grades, I will have to quit badminton.
Hm.
96, 93, 92, 91, 90, 78, and 95.
Solid. hahaha...
Regardless of his state of ignorance (in both the technical and spiritual way), this threat poses a sore temptation. A very sore temptation indeed.
I've grown used to sore muscles and exploding sluggishness. I've done so many lunges that my quads won't scream for at least 250. I've ran so many sprints that I caught up to the front of the line... after starting 2 minutes after everyone else... and kept the pace for a mile. I've duck walked so many laps that I've actually come to... love it?
WALK LIKE A DUCK.
I miss having someone push me hard. Really hard.
10 miles this weekend. Hoping for more soon.
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