I've fallen sick. All thanks to my stupid sister who sneezed into my face this afternoon. On top of that, my ankle has reached new limits of pain after today's 9.6km run and yesterday's 8km one. Yesterday was still manageable, but today, my ankle gave out after 4km or so. I had told myself that I wasn't gonna stop no matter what, but my teammates eventually convinced me to pull out as I was limping really badly. Cindy jogged the rest of the distance with me at uber slow pace (the rest of the team lapped me thrice). To have been able to make it through the whole distance is all thanks to her encouragement. I've never felt this weak and useless before, with me being one of the faster runners in the team, now having to bow out and not being able to keep up. Michelle's exempting me from running.. and that honestly sucks, knowing that my fitness will drop for sure.

It really irks me to see everyone's OP over and done with, but I still have to struggle with mine. -insert emo rant here-