The price you have to pay…..

for being a team player. *Insert Loser smiley*

I woke up yesterday, unable to move. Panic!  Paralysis?? No. Every  inch of my body aches.. No let me rephrase that. Every muscle, every joint, every cell that comprises my body—-ACHES so bad. 

I did the stretching. I swear.  But since I don’t normally do rigorous physical activities (okay maybe a bit–coz I hike the stairs of that frigging MRT cotraption everyday) like normal construction workers do, I felt like the only  way for me to get out of my bed is for fork lift haul my ass out of bed.

Worst part is, I occupy the upper bunk. Imagine the agony as I slowly try to descend. It’s excruciating.  I feel like a geriatric.

Two weekends dedicated to perfecting the routine. Heck, this is what I call fighting spirit.  I can’t believe myself. After practice, I headed home—not to go straight to bed but to do some personal errands like pay bills and all those grown up stuff.  By the time I got home, I felt like my legs were about to melt. My leg muscles felt like jello. I can barely stand up. I slept early hoping that come morning everything will be back to normal… normal meaning no muscle pains, no leg cramps  and no ankle cracking. 

But noooooooo. I’m basically in a vegetable state when I woke up—only my eyeballs move normally. All my voluntary muscles were worn out like tires. We better get a place in the finals—even if it’s just 3rd. 

It’s too late to quit. And besides, quitting is not in my alter ego’s vocabulary. There is a part of me that keeps pushing me to my limit. I am a bamboo. That’s my mantra for this week. *whatta lame metaphor*

Plus, I have an alterior motive for staying. Yup, I’m shallow that way. hihihihi..