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When You Want Something Done, You Can

Usually, I am at work, at this table, by 8.15am or so. Today, I am starting out a little later than usual. Not because I'm lazy or am too sleepy (I was!!!) but because I found out that I've been making excuses. I've always thought that it was not possible for me to find time to exercise. But now I realize that it was just an excuse to be lazy. You see, when you want something done, you can. So, this morning, after sending the kids off to school, I dragged my sorry lazy ass to TTDI hiking trail and HIKED. Alone. It was spooky, scary, tiring and bloody ah-sohs (elderly women) and women with asses twice of mine can walk faster than me were intimidating me. Then someone warned me, 'Walk right. There's a snake on the left'. A WHATTTTT??????!!!! So I stayed to the right. I'll climb the trees on the right if I have to....and be with the monkeys. Half way through, there was this woman in red sitting down drinking her water. I didn't know my direction so I asked here, 'Which way back?'. She pointed right and beckoned to me in Cantonese, 'Come sit down first lah. You look like you're going to collapse.' I was but of course I didn't say that. I said 'thank you' and walked on. I could've stopped walking and sat down but then that defeats the purpose I was trying to achieve today. If you really wanted to do something, you trudge on. It's hard, it's tiring, it's fuggin' trying to kill you....but you march on. Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, fuck fuck fuck....left, right, left, right, left, right. ^&@$&(*#&*&%@)(*_ Why the hell does this &^#%(*& trail doesn't end wan?????? But march, march, march. You're NOT going to sit down because sitting down slows you down and it makes it all the more painful when you get up. You go on. And then you see the stupid guardhouse there and.....HALLELUJAH!!!! Mission accomplished. So, no more excuses for not having the time to exercise because there IS time. I just didn't want to see it that way.
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