With a fresh beginning looming in the near future, my 6 days break began in quite an unusual fashion.

I bought myself a pair of running shoes yesterday afternoon.

I left office at around 7pm with a big bag of my belongings(well I had quite good amount of space, which I was told will not be a luxury for me when I start on my new job), got home, and was surprised baby was still around.

I spent some time with her before she went into the room… then I dressed my smelly self into my running gear, which I had problems locating, simply because I hadn’t ran for a long, long while.

So…. I started running, and running, and running.

The my mini coin purse was bouncing off my chest until I cannot tahan, so I stuffed it into my sports bra, close to my chest. Giggles.

So I ran. I was almost giving up when I neared Clementi, until a call to Effy, with a glass of iced Ribena, a bag of twisties, and rocking to Guitar Hero as promise, I fuelled my run with the song “Paint it Black” running through my head.

I paced myself to the imaginary rhythm, and boy, did I run.

So, I finally reached my destination, which is a mere 10km away, which took me an hour and half to reach. Tsk, I should bow my head in shame for I got breathless so easily, and I was a literal wimp when I passed the forested area, where I had to call several people to ask them to be on the phone with me so I wouldn’t like fall into a ditch or something.

My new shoes didn’t break in well for my right foot which swell during the run, and I have quite bad blisters on my foot now.

I reached Effy’s(with the Ribena almost frozen) and it is no surprise which song we started with. And then we played “I hate myself for loving you” and many others until it was past 1am.

I contemplated running back, but I think the option of cab was more appealing.

I got back, and went straight for the shower I had so craved for… and it was a brilliant, brilliant evening.

Though I almost forgot what it would bring.

I had a hard time getting out of bed, feeling the sores and aches, and I had to drag myself out to an event to meet my new colleagues.

I met JD for lunch at Vivocity foodcourt before I carried all my jitters to Movida.

I walked with a slight limp as my legs felt like they couldn’t bend well. And well, I walked like I had too much…. ahem, workout the night before.

Everything went pretty well, and they look like an extremely cool bunch of people, though I was absolutely shy at first.

Eventually, my soon-to-be boss had to shoo me home to have a good rest over the next few days so… that I could be well-prepared for the “madness” ahead. Though someone did ask me if I want to stay for the evening event so I could drink.

I laughed at the idea, and my soon-to-be boss told me I probably would have to get one of my colleagues to “protect” me next time, cos “oh yeah, these guys do drink man“.

Uhm. Okay.

I started to look for somewhere where I could get a pair of goggles, so I could end my day with yet another strain to my very sore muscles(I can’t even walk up and down the steps!).

I met up with Effy at the swimming complex near my place(she lost her goggles on the cab, bimbo! I bought mine and she bought hers again hehe), where we swam more and longer laps at the very cold pool(so cold that she told me I should wear bikini with a layer of paddings next time, before I told her my bikini did come with that…), and we let the mocked waves toss us around with force(oh yes baby, harder), and we went to dip at the baby pool(baby went back this afternoon while I was at Movida… I felt quite, lost).

We rewarded ourselves with a big feast of KFC Zinger and the fabulous iced tea. Woohoo.

Another great, great day.

Things are moving, and picking up, let’s hope tomorrow will be yet another fulfilling day. I have not thought of what to do, but I pretty much have an idea.

Maybe a movie by myself, television/couch shopping, removing the television and cot from my room by myself.

Or maybe, simply wake up after noon, and nurse those sore muscles with a book in bed.

Everything sounds great, though the potential threat of the bleeding might just ruin all the plans.

Butterfactory tomorrow night, anyone? Though I am not sure what hazards such aching muscles in heels might bring. Of course, fun is not on my mind, I am just thinking about, well, building up the tolerance.