Saturday, February 23, 2013

Warning: Low Battery Alert

I remembered how annoying it is when the phone gives you warning alert that the phone is in low battery. Today, the ignorance of the annoyance, has a price to pay. Well, my phone is pretty much still in good condition, it's old but still functioning well.

It is not the phone I am talking about, but myself. Half way through my usual workout routine this morning, there was an unease feeling with my body. The churn in the stomach was back and I saw a ring of stars with the left eyes. The workout was still on the go, and I was vying for a release after a stressful week of catching up and juggling commitments.

The body repeatedly sent out warning alerts, that I shouldn't continue. Dismissed the warning like how I did with my phone, I stayed for another 15 minutes. It hit me that I seriously need a break instead of a favourite highest intensity track. Opted for a 5 minutes break and continued. But the form was weak with poor poisture and mentality.

Sinked to the bench, had a brief chat while waves of migraine attacking my head. It felt like the buzz of a timer bomb, each current was strong, and the bomb was triggered but held its way. Made my way through the shower room and it got worse. Left the gym with shaky legs, pale face, and an unease stomach with a huge urge to throw up. Each step I walked was so tiny, mother was far in the front and I had hard time catching up.

Can't even utter 'I might throw up in the car'. This was when the body sent out its final warning, remaining of 1% of battery life in my body. I dragged myself up and lied down on the bed. Body was weak, fingers were tensed, mind was blowing. Gulped down half a can of 100 plus and continued my sleep.

Canceled the 3pm appointment, I can't drive, can't walk, can't think. Now it was approaching 4pm, thank God I felt much better. Probably it had been a whole long week of work, plus an unhealthy diet on the week before.

Haven't been replying the catching up emails with some friends, I miss each of them so much yet there was no time to reply. Miss call and text messages are forgotten. A huge mess of me now, finals are in 9 weeks. It doesn't just take a miracle now, it will take a apocalpyse to ace it.

Like those football stars, when you struggle to find your form, the frustrating level is so high with the media reporting 'XXX's 3 months long goal draught'. In my workout and life, I have not enjoyed a good form or a peak form for quite some time. It's probably time to find it.


Love,
Wen Xin