So here’s the thing – I hate running in January. Nope, it’s got nothing to do with the weather – Singapore has only one climate all-year round: Hot and sweaty. Like the title of a porn movie. And it’s not because I don’t like exercising in general.
I hate running in January because there are way Too. Many. People.
Every time January 1st rolls around, the track I usually frequent actually looks like a porn movie: filled with panting, sweaty people doing laps.
Most of these folks got up on January 1st and decided that they would change their lives just because the earth completed another orbit around the sun.
But like clockwork, the track gets pretty damn empty by the third week of January, leaving behind the same bunch of regulars. It’s like all the people who so spiritedly decided 2 weeks ago that they were “Gonna ......So here’s the thing – I hate running in January. Nope, it’s got nothing to do with the weather – Singapore has only one climate all-year round: Hot and sweaty. Like the title of a porn movie. And it’s not because I don’t like exercising in general.
I hate running in January because there are way Too. Many. People.
Every time January 1st rolls around, the track I usually frequent actually looks like a porn movie: filled with panting, sweaty people doing laps.
Most of these folks got up on January 1st and decided that they would change their lives just because the earth completed another orbit around the sun.
But like clockwork, the track gets pretty damn empty by the third week of January, leaving behind the same bunch of regulars. It’s like all the people who so spiritedly decided 2 weeks ago that they were “Gonna ......
