Tuesday, March 27, 2007

FATALOGY ON GYMs

Last sat, out of desperation to clock my required training hours, i decided to hit the gym, The kind that gives you a towel and a locker and a whole ton of machines to movtivate you.

i bought the day entry pass, took the locker keys and head for the "ellipitical runner" i press a few buttons and decided to do a fat burning workout...the computer then decides that i need to work at a heart rate of 155 and promptly starts to blink all sorts of information like:

1) no of stride per min
2) no of steps per min
3) no of calories burnt so far
4) no of i could burn if i keep this speed for 1 hour
5) current level of resistance
6) next level of resistance

that's just the amount of info on the big screen, i cannot even remember whats on the small dials etc....

As i was grudgingly running along staring into nothiness...hoping beyond hope the machine don't scold me for running too slowly, i started to observed the Body Combat class being held at the opposite room......

the music is loud, the room was packed and there was a lady instructor on the stage shouting instructions for the people to punch! Kick! duck! jump!

that's when i realised there is a lot of angry people in singapore.....these people all looked like they are punching somebody's guts out. And most importantly they all have that intense killer look on their face.......and lagi best.....most of them are ladies!

Today, i went back to that same gym, did that same hullabalulah and started on the stupid machine again.....that's when i realised why i hate gym....

1) in the gym, your sole motivation is the approval of some heart target...on the tracks.....HR is just an indicated...the real real rush is getting to the finish line and runnign your hearts out.
2) in the gym you punch some imaginary person's guts out, while you bike you just push a little harder to get a head of your buddy to fart in his face!

get it??

i enjoy sports.

i do sports because there is something more to it than heart rates and calories burnt, looking good and staying in shape.

i ilke the idea of running across a finish line, biking up a stubborn hill, tossing the frisbee across the end zone.

i love the friendly banter and tuants exchanged during a cycling sessions, i love coming home from a workout knowing i have discovered new biking route and improved my cadence....

to me, sports is a way to interact with the world, not a mean to release some hidden frastration.....(in fact i have never resort to working out when i stress.....i eat really good food!)

ok....enough rambling.....my conclusion....in desperation....i will be slave to the machine....but as long as there is a sunny day....you know where i'll be....

FATALOGY on GYM

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

The Leap

Leap
–verb (used without object)
1. to spring through the air from one point or position to another; jump: to leap over a ditch.
2. to move or act quickly or suddenly: to leap aside; She leaped at the opportunity.
3. to pass, come, rise, etc., as if with a jump: to leap to a conclusion; an idea that immediately leaped to mind.
-idioms
leap in the dark.
1. leap of faith, an act or instance of accepting or trusting in something that cannot readily be seen or proved
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Today I took a leap.

After much procrastination, self doubt and contemplation, I have done it. I traded the security of a steady job with the opportunity of making my life story a little more interesting.

What is life going to be in 30 days? come April, i would not need to report to work at 9am, i can plan my own time, pay my own salary and make my own decision on how i want to run my company. For some people this may be the most scariest thing but i beg to defer, i think this is a privilege. A privilege given to me by

1) My Boss - that he assure me that i am doing the right thing and that the path can only be walked by one alone in order to understand the meaning of the struggle
2) My wife - that she allow me to spin in seemingly aimless orbit and sometimes biting more than i can chew. She is the center of my world, my constant and my source of hope and dreams.
3) My friends - they have given me the courage so that i may jump knowing that no matter where or how i land, they would be the same old pals who's got my back in good times and bad.

So thank you all for the previlage and I hope in 10 years time when i look back at this blog entry, it would prove that the efforts was well worth it!