A while ago, Eugene felt like marshmallows, so we woke up Mum and made her drive us to the supermarket. I wanted Mum to sleep, and insisted that she did, but the prospect of marshmallows was just too tempting. It was a half-hearted effort, and so she drove us there. Marshmallows, chocolate and scores of junkfood later, I decided the car was too restricting. I proposed a hare and tortoise race with Eugene and Mum in the car and me on foot. It was agreed, and I ran the full length home. It was only about 500m or something, but by the time Eugene walked through the door I was in my room on my computer. Heh heh heh. He claimed he got there first and had gone back to look for me, but no, brother, not even you could get out of that one. I’m pretty sure we put money on that too.
-sigh- If it weren’t for my heart I’d join the athletics. I’m also concerned about it impeding me should I/when I’m learning martial arts formally. But as I said. Mind over body. Think about it.