me: i think i'll go run today, on the track. i haven't done track running in ages.
sm: ok. don't take timing, you'll feel discouraged!
me: oh it's ok, i'm not easily discouraged; i know i'm slow.
sm: ah, but knowing you're slow and knowing how slow you are is a different thing.

and indeed! i was more than discouraged; i was stupefied by my sloth! i plodded around the track at a miserable pace of - very slow cannot tell you - and felt like i was about to get an asthma attack! and it wasn't like i had been lying on the ground for the past months. i'd actually been conscientiously whir ling my arms in a boat - for hours on end! this was too horrendous and shameful. AND it meant that we usually did our PGP/SP at a pace of maybe 2:35 per round or more. oh, horror!

some things, it's better not to know. it's like always saying yar, i know i'm very stupid lah and then doing an IQ test and finding your IQ placed in the category of Mildly Retarded or something. it would surely be a blow! like people who always make self-deprecating remarks just so they would be reassured otherwise. mans. life's complicated, be a hermit!