I've always loved running, jogging--that is, before the monstrously crazy and stressful weekly physical fitness tests in camp and ridiculously long distance runs with ridiculous time limits to pass.

But, anyhow, it was nice and enjoyable, peaceful and uplifting, the short 5km run two days ago on my own, no limits, no timings whatsoever--all of the enormous jumble of mishmash that's been tormenting my mind just floated away with the winds blowing past my ears, past my face, as I ran, as my mind cleared up.

It was nice, and very peaceful.

And it was enjoyable, how with that peace came an immense clarity of mind, as my senses worked in overdrive, taking in everything, as I contemplated things even as I ran, things like ethics, culture, etc, etc, etc.

Running is good.

If only I had the time and will to do it more often.

(Gold. Gold. Gold. Six more weeks before the IPPT window opens. Grr. Must pass, then I can laze around, slack, and grow fat. It's hard to pull anything more than my 50kg up the pull-up bar 13 times you know haha. Besides, it's not like I don't want the weight--I just can't seem to put on anymore weight.)