k r i s a n d r o

It’s week 2 of my training and things are going smooth so far. I’ve clocked 30km so far with a good mix of interval training, quick and long runs. I also managed to keep quite strictly to the schedule without affecting my social life. Or maybe the schedule didn’t affect it because I wasn’t having a social life anyway. Haha!

I did face a little obstacle last Friday on the day for my 8km long run. I made a brisk 10min walk to the stadium beside Yio Chu Kang MRT from KuKuNehNeh’s place and to my horror, the stadium was closed for a rugby event. Not wanting to spend another 10-15 mins walking to Bishan Park for the run, I unwillingly spent $1 for a towel and $2.50 for entry to the nearby gym. And for those who knew that I nearly blacked out from a treadmill last year, it took a lot of desperation for me to decide to run on the ‘belt of doom’.

I had already planned to run a 6min/km pace and programmed it on the treadmill to only find it weird that I am exerting more effort than a 5min/km pace on the roads/tracks. Not sure whether to listen to my body or the treadmill, I decide to stick to the latter and continued jogging while I sped away. Another thing I hate about the treadmill is that while the display indicates that I am running pretty far away, I am still seeing the reflections of the same few guys admiring their muscles as they pump iron in the gym. So much for having good scenery during runs and clearing my mind.

As I approached the 3km mark according to the display, I really felt that the treadmill was vastly inaccurate as I am panting and losing energy faster than I should for a 6min/km pace. I eventually broke down mentally and ended the session after 26mins of running with no correct indication of how far I actually ran. Only fact is that I definitely did not meet my 8km goal and it was both frustrating and tiring at the same time.

Treadmills are seriously not my thing. It is troublesome to change the pace constantly. It is uncomfortable to run in an air-conditioned environment. The stationary view screws the brain up as I jog. The inaccuracy of the treadmill. The vast difference of feel on the belt and on the track/road.

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I am swearing off treadmills for good.

If one were to write about the relationship between fitness and Krisandro, it would be of two lovers who constantly break up and patch together through the span of their lives. The start of the relationship is full of passion, excitement and anticipation. It gradually builds up over a few months to a peak of bliss and fulfilment but eventually, factors such as time and lack of novelty forms cracks in the relationship and it dies after a few months. And this cycle repeats every now and then as both of them realize the need for each other.

I am not that old, only at a young age of 16 18 21 27, but I am already feeling the ‘climb over the hill’. The metabolism that allows me to consume 7 pratas for breakfast and 3 servings of rice for dinner has left me and I now have the ability to grow fat. GROW FAT! It wasn’t so long ago when I complain about the inability to gain any weight with my 1.77m, 52 kg frame. Fast forward to now and I would stare at the McDonald’s menu and know that the Fillet O’Fish might be a better choice compared with the gut busting Big Mac.

I used to have a consistent exercise slot on Sundays where I would play football but I have since ‘retired’ from it due to ankle injuries. So I am left with choices like the gym and jogging. The gym is great for toning up the body but it is too out of the way for me. Jogging is the best mode of exercise I can get but my laziness makes it so inconsistent.

I used to jog this regularly!

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I really got to start using my Nike+ system more often and jog regularly before I turn into a human lard in front of the computer.

When I was back in my poly days at Ngee Ann, I started to frequent the gym because of the influence of a couple of friends. The 3 of us would visit the public gym at Jurong East Sports Complex almost every alternate day.

Some of you guys who knows me in person would go, “Wah! Sure anot. You don’t look like you go to the gym leh!”

I got lazy now.

But then again, it was the gym that helped me gained much needed weight to be normal. I used to stand at 1.77m in height but weigh only at 53kg.

53KG!

That’s like a BMI of 16.9!!! I bet Sun Yan Zi could wrestle me over at those times. At least now, I am weigh at a nice 68kg.

Anyway, the 3 of us naturally made a few friends over at the gym. Chicks and a few muscled men who love to ogle at themselves in the mirrors while pumping iron. One such guy was a beefy and heavily muscled Thai who always helped to spot us or give us pointers.

Naturally, the world is one big joke and the two friends who persuaded me to get off my skinny butt and go to the gym, started to cease their gym routine. I curse at them all the time but to no avail. Seeing results, I still continued my gym sessions despite the boredom of going alone.

That is when the Thai dude start to become friendlier. Smiles became short talks. Short talks became compliments on my improvements and my body. I didn’t really suspect anything as I thought he was probably a friendly guy opening up. And fact is, I don’t want to be unfriendly to a guy who can bench press three times my weight.

The day came when I happen to bump into him in the toilet. It was an afternoon and there was nobody around and odds of someone walking in on us was low.

Thai Guy: “Wow! You look good!” (points at my arms)

Me: “Yeah. I have been training hard.”

“Yeah. I can see that!” (starts to touch my arms)

“Can be better lar.”

“Your legs too!”

Within the space of a few seconds, he grabbed my inner thigh, squeezed it, moved his hand up to my crotch and swiped his palm across my crown jewels and the royal kuku bird.

A muscled man feeling up a straight guy like me feels like me diving into a pool of shit and then proceeding to eat the whole pool up.

Yes. It was EeeeeeeEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!

I immediately slapped his hand away and pointed at his face and probably swore at him incoherently as I was quite shocked at that time. Amongst the swearing, I think i did mention along the lines of “I am not your KIND”.

He was either very scared of my reaction and started to apologize repeatedly or he just acted apologetically to ease the situation. He then walked out of the toilet and I only seen him at the gym once since then.

Yes, guys do get molested too. My poor crown jewels and royal kuku bird…

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