PMS. Hunger. Worry. Anger.
The plan on Sunday morning was for me to go to the stadium to do my interval training while KuKuNehNeh goes swimming at the complex nearby but she was feeling uncomfortable from the you-know-what. I estimated that I would take an hour at most to finish my intervals and other exercises and we would meet at the market at 10am for breakfast.
The sun was blindingly hot even at 9am that day and the training was quite the killer even when I manage to meet all my goals. The drawback was that I took quite some time to recover before proceeding to the other exercises. It’s pointless to try to do chin-ups when I am constantly catching my breath from the runs and so I underestimated the time taken and was 20mins late to the market. I didn’t have my phone with me as I packed light for the training and I saw KKNN walking towards me from the market with a face of contorted emotions that spoke of worry and anger.
“Sorry Dear~! I’m late…” I spoke and gulped for oxygen and saliva for the fear of a woman having PMS.
“Wah lau! You make me WORRIED lor! Why you so late?”
“Sorry lar, I estimated the time wrongly and I took longer than expected.”
“I waited so long lor! I thought you might have fainted from the training or got knocked down by a car!”
“Haha! Sorry lar!”
“WAH LAU~~!!! I very hungry lor~! I wanted to order first and I realize how wrong it may be if I was eating chicken rice while you were dying in the hospital!”
“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!”
It’s kind of cute to see the gf worry like that but I really should start to think of bringing my phone along for runs or at least give more time to play with for my estimations. The last thing I would want is for an exhausted me to take a beating for making her worry or for me to die while she enjoys a plate of chicken rice.
