5.01km 33.17min 6.37min/km.

You just know. Within the first paragraph/verse/bite, it’s already enough to tell if the book/song/meal is going to be good or bad.

Today was one of those days. I took a couple of steps, and just knew that the run wouldn’t be good. I couldn’t pick up the pace at all, my knees and legs and whole body felt sluggish. The last half km was quite a struggle, and I was only doing my normal 5k. Sigh.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m probably never going to break 6min/km. I’ve done it before, but recently it’s just not working out. It’s a bit like my weight, when I dropped below 120, I was to the point that I looked sick. Then I came back up to 122, and those 2 pounds made a big difference — I can maintain, and I don’t take on the emancipated vampire look. I guess each body has its “happy” place, regardless of 5k pace or weight. It’s okay, I shouldn’t be surprised, I’m always the one that lands on the wrong side of the milestone — coming 151st in the public exam missing out on the scholarship; the top 2(ii); getting 690 on my GMAT…I’m resigned to it. No use making a big deal.