Dear Lady-Sprinters-who-Torture-your-Calves-at-Sesuai-on-the-Weekends (LSWTYCASOTW),
I’m worried that if I see another gyelfie (gym selfie), I might end up ripping my new Nike tights out of fear of your gym intensity. In the case I do not rip my tights, I usually find the next new cafe in town and order a cuppa ice latte to make myself feel better about how I spend my time. Recently, you tell me that you’re feeling lazy, as if you did not do ten sets of Pris prescribed-scissors-split-lunge-dynamic-plank-mountain-man-burpee-sprints circuit training the night before. Thanks for sharing, the feeling is mutual.
Don’t misunderstand me, LSWTYCASOTW, what you’re doing is admirable. However, I am confused because you all seem so high-performance, but I can’t keep my heart rate up at 180. I’ve realised that if I go any further than 160, something terrible is going to happen. Especially when we hit the fourth lamp post and Jelvin tells you its only a third through…your other Lady Sprinters trailing behind tell you to, “keep going”, “you’re almost there” and “don’t stop”.
The thought of never stopping only makes me think of the time we went to Holland V to take part in Yoshimaru’s Ramen Challenge and you told me that “I [couldn’t] stop now, now that [I’ve] gone too far”. The second and third bowl felt like eternity. I get that the Sesuai sprints are supposed to train my endurance, but I’m struggling to endure the last eight sets on the slope.
Sometimes I wonder, are there other Lady Sprinters out there who dare to join you in torturing your calves at Sesuai on Weekends, and find my answers in Wookie’s gaze out to the empty field. I’d be lying if I said we don’t compare calve sizes when we see each other. We’re Lady Sprinters after all.
Sincerely,
Dragged kicking but soon to be LSWTYCASOTW
