I just came back from a run. My fourth this week, or about 15km in total, which isn't much, really.

The good thing is though, ever since our return from Bangkok a month or so ago, I've shed some weight. Everything remains constant. My diet (see-food diet), my fitness regime (I work out to pig out), everything, but I guess my metabolism rate decided to come back to papa.

The bad thing is however, my left knee is acting up and now I'm alarmed. Normally I just sort of run it off or something but this one's been around since late last year and it's still here now. It's died down to bearable levels every now and then over recent months but never completely went away.

During my morning run today, I felt the pain stinging and stabbing like as though I was about to give birth to a thorny baby alien from my left knee. Like the tough guy that I am (ahem), I persevered on.

Completed all my routine as per normal... but when I got home, I completely went "Ouch ouch ouchiiieee! Aiyah! Aiyoh! Ah-ma! Gnnn!!!" and of course sent a text to MLB to whinge.

I'm gonna have to dig into my budget to go see a doctor to check it up by the end of next month latest. It's also a matter of timing since my reservist is coming up and and and ya know, and uh, and maybe uh, maybe ya know I can get an excuse slip or something. Ah ha ha.

Heh.

Maybe maybe, if I'm lucky I could even get a permanent excuse for life! Ah ha ha. Ya know, for all time. Ha ha. Like ya know - FOREVER!

Woo.