jog

I had been doing my self-imposed diet for about 4 days when I joined the first after-office jogging session last Thursday. We jogged, or mostly walked in my case, around the Singapore River and back to the office. It turned out that there were quite a lot of people who also jogged during that time. So at least we're not the only ones getting the looks when we passed Clarke/Boat/Robertson Quay. I mean you're not visiting those places wearing sweaty shirt, shorts, and sneakers, right?

There were 9 of us that evening, and for the first 1 or 2 clicks we're still in the groups. Then, we're separated into 4 groups as we couldn't keep up with those with better stamina. But in the end, most of us managed to regroup somewhere near the office.

I had to admit that it was quite fun, and was such a welcome distraction to seeing cubicles all the time. I was also quite surprised with the distance that I ran. I guess it had to do more with pride than stamina after seeing most of the girls kept on running like they're seasoned marathoners.

Once we got cleaned up, we all went to Sakae Sushi for dinner. Then, the boss said the magic words. "Guys, eat & order whatever you want, ok?"

So much for my diet & self-discipline...

doubting no. 7

I've had my doubts on Ronaldo ever since he joined the club. Not sure why. Maybe it's the stepovers, his early tendency to fall easily, and his preference to take the glory for himself rather than simply passing the ball to a more open teammate.

Maybe it's because Ruud and Keano had aired their disapproval of the boy in the training grounds, and both of them were the "been there, done that" guys so I tend to agree with them more.

But when Ronaldo is still at the club, while Ruud & Keano were shown the door, should've told us something about what the Boss sees within the boy. It speaks once again about the experience and uncanny instinct that he has about spotting talent.

Even after Ronaldo won his first league title last season and scoring more than 30 goals this year, I still wasn't fully convinced about him until last night.

We were one goal down, Chelsea was only 3-point away, and we got the penalty. No. 7 stepped forward and put the ball down. Lehmann was in the goal. The same scene was replayed again in my mind: Ruud, Lehmann, penalty, and Martin Keown the Ugly Monkey.

This time around Ronaldo looked down at the ball in full concentration; all United supporters around the world held their breath as our season rested on Ronaldo's shoulders. He kept his cool and scored when Ruud failed, and even when the penalty had to be retaken, he scored again near the same spot as the first one. We roared with him, and then my view of him would never be the same again.

He's proved lots of people wrong, and he's also proved me wrong. And I love it.

omg

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