In running, as a sport, there is such a saying as: BEATING ONE'S PERSONAL BEST. As in, "All my training paid off because I beat my personal best of 50 minutes today." It's when you break your record; your fastest time.
After almost three weeks without training, my legs gave up on me in the middle of my run. I'm quite proud, though, that even though I abuse myself with useless vices (sleeping late, erm or dawn-like-early, ingesting junk, missing proper exercise, whatnot), my breathing is better than ever. The downside, though, is that all the overworking I do with my body and all the fatigue my body is forced to face make my body parts weak. My lungs could have taken more but my legs were more than screaming at me, maybe around my third kilometer, at least. Ugh.
Well, I've gotta say. I disappointed myself today. I beat my personal worst! (If there is such a thing.) Good thing I didn't register for the Century Superbods Run at The Fort. Otherwise, I could have wasted a good amount of P600 just so I could run with Derek Ramsey, and fail at it. Hahaha!
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