So midnight runs normally conjure up images of getting in the car with your mates and driving out to the nearest 24-hour fast food chain, probably MacDonalds. As of recent though, they have come to mean jogging past the midnight mark in attempts to "cut", ironically for the prize of a glorious shouted meal. On such jogs i have undergone many epiphanies, particularly regarding assignments i seem to be perpetually all-night-ering for. It's no doubt that exercise definitely wakes me from the coma-inducing properties of biology study, you could say it helps jog the memory of ideas that could benefit my study.
So what have i discovered by jogging so late for the past few days? Well, there are abnormally high numbers of taxis on streets; there are other strange people also jogging at strange times; there are high levels of light pollution over the city; there are couples cuddling beside the river (an idea i noted might appeal to me in future); there are scary billboards involving “Paranormal Activity 3” which beside scaring me, also lead to thoughts about how this has become another franchise that has gone above and beyond what was necessary and is now simply another mediocre idea being milked by its production company. Also, there is a shortcut through to my place that probably could be best described as a dark shady alleyway filled with people waiting to shank you and as such - Slenderman thoughts pop into my mind. In case you don’t follow pop culture, the character of Slenderman is a faceless man with a slender (shock horror) physique who captures children. My only comfort is logical reasoning that since i am no longer a child, he can no longer hurt me, well other than the fact he doesn’t actually exist.
So why am i jogging so late for the past few days? It just so happens that this bet to obtain a grate-able body comes in the time when all assignments are due and examinations are dawning. Yet, my dream to have a six-pack has been well, just that for many years, and as each year passes, and each new year’s resolution to obtain one by the start of the next summer also fails, i find myself resigned to never have a body that one can grate cheese on. Finally, enough is enough and this excuse has finally given determination to attempt. Aiming, to the best of my ability, to not eat junk and exercise almost every day so i may finally achieve my dream. Others dream of great change, of a house, of a world filled with peace, well i dream of one day possessing my very own brand spanking new six pack of abs.
So how has jogging so late affected me for the past few days? Despite having an average of about 6 hours sleep, i actually feel quite refreshed and energised. The feeling you get after exercise, even at ridiculous hours, are amazing and the feeling you get from not ingesting a whole bucket of KFC chicken (i can’t believe i’m saying this) are comparable to ingesting it. This utilitarian feeling of success makes watching other people gorge themselves such, a bit less hurtful. Just like i reiterated to a friend recently, you must go through lows to experience the true feeling of highs. Such is the beauty of exercise – the low of the fatigue and ensuing muscle pain and then the high of satisfaction in finishing then collapsing into bed dead tired. So don’t wait, get out there and go through it all because with no pain, there’s no gain.
Going for a jog so bye.
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