Day#13:
During Fasting: 8 Km Run
After Iftar: None
Thirteen days have passed and my beard is already eating my
face, I’m doubting myself if I was taking the purpose of my journal far too
seriously. My mom have been nagging about my beard lately, thinking that maybe
I’m going extreme or facing a mental problem, I don’t blame her because she
doesn’t know about my commitment towards fitness, and if she knew then she
would see how ridiculous a man I am.
Giving it some thought, every time I become ambitious about
achievements, the devil pops out with an interesting question, “Then what?!”,
it a discouraging excuse but bastard has a point. You know that life is out of
control when you see yourself wearing sports tops and trainers most of the
time, desperately hungry for the next exercise or timing ourselves to reach a
certain count at a given time. This nervousness and anxiousness to achieve a
goal, for me at least is a personal weakness. Opinions may differ, but it shows
dissatisfaction to whatever level have been reached.
I believe this is an inevitable behavior in a human being,
Don’t we all feel nervous when hungry afterall? Shouldn’t the same apply to our
desires?!
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