Obviously, I omitted a very important item in the previous post - holidays is definitely also about being addicted to running! Here, I must state categorically that I am not a strong runner. I don't run competitively. My personal best for 2.4km is a humbling 10:10. Heck, I haven't even completed a full marathon ever in my life. But I run virtually every night during the holidays - it's the only time of the year I can afford spending upwards of an hour on the sport without being bothered about opportunity cost.

I can't say I really love running though, because I suspect there is something compulsive about my running routine. It's probably less out of love, more for psychological needs, that I run. Psychological needs like the need to feel exercised and released. I feel proud of myself because 12km is a cinch, and even though I'm not too concerned about timing, I aim to improve by a song or two every successive run (yes I time myself by a playlist on the jogging partner that is my MP3 player). There is a high in the feeling of accomplishment whenever I finished, and knowing that I am fitter and better makes me feel good about myself.

But there's one problem - my legs are becoming bigger and I think it has to do with the running. As ditzy as it sounds, I'm bothered by it. They look horrible with skates and skinny jeans. And it's strange because the other parts of my body are getting slimmer at the same time. So it's not doing any good to my figure (or lack of it) and I don't know what to do.

Having said that, I shall ignore the ditz in me for now and as far as the running is concerned, I'm hooked and can't wait to run and explore new places. For my next overseas trip, I'll be sure to pack my trainers and running clothes.