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Without sounding like a drama queen who has been denied to eat her favourite McDonald’s Seaweed Shaker Fries…

I am so dead. I am so DEAD. I AM SO DEAD. I AM SOOOOOO DEADDDD!!!!!!!!!

Ok. Fine. That really sounded like a drama queen who has been denied to eat her favourite Shaker Fries.

My running routine was interrupted by a bout of flu some time back and I had to steer clear of my jogging shoes while I recovered from the nasty bugs for 3 whole weeks.

Not only did I miss at least 90km of training but after trying to run again after the 3 week long break, I realized my mind, body and heart were so much weaker and I could not go back to the same intensity I was training prior to the flu. I should be hitting 22km for my long run this weak but instead, I have only managed to run a furthest distance of 12km so far.

With the Army Half Marathon only 11 days away, I am in serious deep shit.

I have thoughts about forgoing the 21km race next Sunday and concentrate on the year end’s Standard Chartered Marathon instead but I find it such a pity to not run when I have paid up and actually asked friends to join me for the run.

So I am probably going to generously adjust my pace so that I run as fast as a Shaker Fries deprived drama queen to make sure I am slow enough to finish the run.

I am so dead.

It was a gloomy evening when I was at a McDonald’s outlet in Ang Mo Kio waiting for KuKuNehNeh. Feeling the need to shit after eating my fries, I went to the toilet and there was only one cubicle for ‘big business’ and I occupied it. After a few mins of creaming the toilet bowl with the processed contents of my previous meals, I heard footsteps approaching my cubicle, followed by a knock on my cubicle door.

“Brudder (Brother)!!! You will take long anot?”

Having the shock of having someone talk to me while moving my bowels in a public place had me holding in the shit that I was about to excrete.

“Errr… Give me a few more mins please.”, I answered him.

Only a few seconds of silence passed before an irritating sound filled the washroomand reached my ears. The guy outside was drumming his fingers impatiently on the hollow sounding plastic soap dispenser. I had no mood to finish what I started and opened the door to find the young man looking at me in the eye and he said, “Thanks Brudder!”

I know he was probably very urgent but how I wish that I shook his hand in response before washing my hands in the basin.