went down for physical training today; it was better than i expected, but worse than i'd hoped. nice to just run and run and run.. but i lost my pink bottle *upset* it's ridiculous how i've never lost anything on the field/SRC before, and now i suddenly lose my bottle. of all things. i'm sho sad!! =(
it's not so bad if i don't enjoy my rugby module, as long as i have touch to fall back on, no matter how basic a competitive level i'm choosing to involve myself in. saying i'm too old to play for club is definitely a lame and filmsy excuse, but i doubt i'll be able to take the stress and pressure (all self-created, i assure you) now. but i'll see how. just because i want to play doesn't mean i'll be able to; humility, please.
went for dinner with tegu, cuz he happened to be at SCR tee hee he's nice and mild; i like. remember? everyone is nice. my new motto.
physical was satisfying but i think i strained both calves; not too bad to cause me severe pain, but it'll be irritating during PoG on friday. fortunately tomorrow's lessons are purely academic in nature.
tired but satisfied.
