"...There's a reason why people call us jocks.
For every 100m you run, you kill off 43 brain cells.
We run 8km, four times a week, and that's if we're lucky and training's easy.
You do the math."
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Okay, so yesterday's training wasn't exactly die X 981209832981.
It was more like hillwork X 10, + drills X many many.
Which, all things considered, was pretty fun and relatively painless-er as far as track trainings go.

This is why I love the long distance team...
(during corework, when all of us were doing the side plank all lined up behind and in front of each other)
Ash: Soooo Lawrence. How does it feel to have Ka Swee behind you?
Lawrence: *oblivious; still complaining about his lower back injury* ...Uhhh. It hurts.
Cara: *gives strange look from side*

(during drills)
Ms Eng: Okay, so now I want you all to do the sidestep. Make sure your hips are flexible. Okay go.
Estelle: *turns to Jade* ...Sooo. Do your hips lie?

Thennnn at the end of training, we all were herded off to do - *groan*- the infamous headstand.
I HATE HEADSTANDS I CANNOT DO THEM PLS.
Me as gymnast = EPIC FAIL.
The last time I actually dared to attempt (operative word: ATTEMPT) to do a cartwheel was six years ago. Back then I was pointed at and laughed at hysterically and told like I looked like a half-dying spider with four legs missing.
I haven't tried it since.
...I blame this all on my parents. If they had let me join Gym back in primary school instead of fretting that I'd break a bone and making me join Brownies instead (I was an imp, srsly wth.), maybe I'd be better at headstands.

So on my first attempt. (I was pulled up to do the headstand next to Hung)
I actually kinda sorta went up!
For about 1/3 of a second before doing a half-flip over against the wall and flopping to the side.
Ms Eng: "Why you always do like that, hah? Every week also you fall to the side and then lie there laughing hysterically"

So being the brave little trooper that I am, I gave it another go.
And kicked up- and stayed there- for about 1/2 a second (hey it's an improvement) before promptly falling on Hung.
In that split second, even in my semi upside down position, I caught a fleeting glance of Hung (who was also upside down)'s terrified face before my left leg came crashing down on her.

Oops.

...Also.

Training aside; school life has been enriched by the existence of the Bratpack. <3

Cara: That's cuz you slept through half of it.

Cara: (turns to Tisha) (gravely) ...Mathematicians are twisted, twisted people.

Lisa: ...Because! It's sexy.

Today when I was in the washroom, I overheard three girlz and from where I was I heard a high-pitched, annoyingly nasal "ehmeegosh you so faaaaat"

I turned around and the girl being addressed was an absolute STICK.

I kid you not. Any "faaaaat" she had was probably being carried in her bouffant-attempt hairstyle.

My schoolbag probably weighed more than her. I coulduv chucked a toilet roll at her and it probably would've bowled her and her two compatriots over.