<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095978615915943138</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:55:26.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why God Why?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugene-mok.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095978615915943138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eugene-mok.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eugene-Mok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16563081783821560800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095978615915943138.post-7866392648365090965</id><published>2008-04-01T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:47:09.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>deep down inside i alwis know i can do it again. a lot of pple doubted me and questioned if i can do it one more time. consistent puffing on cigarettes for a yr and a half n the lost of interest in running means that i no longer have the fitness level i used to possess. gone were the days when i could acty chased after buses and ran up stairs without feelin out of breath. but today it all changed. somehow or rather the voice inside me -the one that keeps tellin me that i can stil run like the wind- reared its head yesterday. time after time i shut myself off frm that thought as i felt defeated even before i started out on my quest. but this time i decided to gif it one last shot to c if i stil has what it takes and if i m really the 'talented runner' my peers used to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darling promised me she will stand by me on the track to take my timing today for a 2-lap run. not those runs that simply requires joggin leisurely but a high-intensive 800metres time trial to c how badly i've fallen thru these few years. i knew i had to gif it my best shot this time to show myself and to the world that i can stil do it after the falls. i packed in my hwachong competition attire and spike shoes this morning -the very same set of attire that i wore when i set my record in jc- and headed to sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ard 5pm and accompanied by my darling i reached my sch's track at SRC. she set me a timing of 2:30 to complete the 2-laps trial and it wasnt hard to c y due to my fitness levels. even my cross country capt in my jc days told me that 2:30 wld b quite hard to achieve as i had nt trained for almost 2 yrs. but i was determined. unlike the previous races and trials that i had taken part in durin my sec sch n jc days i feel that i needed this trial to convince myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft a bout of stretchin n striding practices i took some long deep breaths n look at the track. memories of how i won my many trophies and how fast i once ran came floodin to my mind. one thing stuck in my mind. the 'eye of the tiger'. throughout my track career in sec sch n jc i haf been reminded many times that the willpower and mental strength is the most impt for an athelete. when the soul is broken the body will nt b able to push anymore. i fixed my eyes on the track and then proceeded to close my eyes. i m goin to do it this time and surprise my darling. i open my eyes n looked at her n felt comforted by her presence. now its time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095978615915943138-7866392648365090965?l=eugene-mok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eugene-mok.blogspot.com/feeds/7866392648365090965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095978615915943138&amp;postID=7866392648365090965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095978615915943138/posts/default/7866392648365090965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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