the value of hard work

The weekend that has just passed was tiring. Dearie and I worked at taka’s talking hall as folding-clothes-statues, just to earn a little more. I hated the feeling of being squeezed around and seeing people toss and throw the clothes which I’ve just nicely folded, all over the place. it was like a pasar malam with the crowd which didn’t appreciate cycling jerseys and hydration belts. They were sneering at how small the fuel belt bottles are and how the amount of fluid would not be sufficient for runs.

Whatever that is, I’m just thankful we made it through the “suffering”. It seemed as hard as interval training! Oh yea, talk about training. I pulled my ITB since eco-xcapade and training has been dragged down by it.

I couldn’t last through sat’s training, having to slow down and at some point hurt so much I had to walk. I am just hoping it’ll heal soon for sundown. Meantime, dearie has been giving it good massages and I’ve been applying a whole lot of Chinese ointment on it. please please please heal! Dearie suggested we run with full length cw-x for try-out and also to keep my itb compressed on Tuesday velocity run. I concur to that and I’ll be taking things easy until sat.

I’ve been spending quite a lot through the week and I’ve given myself a challenge for the month of june. I’ll only spend on groceries (with no junk food) and wedding stuff. No more self-appeasing retail therapy and no wasting of money on things unnecessary.

i’ve got to be wiser in spending because money is really very hard to earn. this is something I understand from deep in my heart because we’ve toiled hard to keep every cent. Because it’s hard earned, hence we learn to treasure it more.