Jogging with flu and throat irritation, the atmosphere was not right. I could feel some drowsiness underneath my forehead, persuading me to close my eyelids and stop exerting.
I did not plan to take a break; I persisted on. This night seemed quieter than usual, except that the politicians seemed to be working with something.
I was strengthless, taking each step slower than before. The world seemed to be dropping but I was not going to care and I tried speeding up to cover up for the delays of my fatigue mind.
I sprinted to the last point but minimum was the maximum on that weary body.
I looked at the watch; 13’45 set my mind unrest. I thought I miss out a round. Even though I had completed the six rounds, I could not make my timing.
