Cost of Running
Running is an expensive sport. Just look at the breakdown below.
Cost incurred in a year of running:
3 pairs of Asics shoes: S$540
Heartrate monitor: S$180
Footpod: S$180
Water belt: S$50
Stopwatch: S$130
5 sets of running attire: S$300
Food and water replenishment after run: S$500
Time: 210 hours = S$4,200 (People say time is money)
Total: S$6,080
Not forgetting the pain in the heart, lungs, knees, feet and mind. However, the benefits of running:
PRICELESS
Liberate yourself. Keep running.
Saturday, April 04, 2009
My Love, Rovers!
"Rovers stun ten-man Spurs" - Soccernet
It was an insipid game, a lacklustre display of football with stray passes all over and even after having a good 3-hour nap, I was finding it hard to concentrate on the game. Blackburn hardly ventured into Spurs' box for the first 80 minutes, let alone had a shot on goal.
The commentator's remark woke me up from my slumber, "Gone were the days of Shearer and Sutton, and the millions pumped in by the late Jack Walker, who bankrolled the club to the Premier League in 1995."
Are the good days really gone? 1-0 down to Spurs after 30 minutes and I was really dreading the possibility of having to witness my team being relegated for the second time in my life (The first was terrible, receiving the ill-fated news while I was performing national service in BMT. I almost wanted to kick my sergeant the next day). I was wondering, I could have supported Man U, Liverpool and Chelsea, teams which will often ensure an easy and happy 90 minutes in front of TV. Lesser the chance of me thumping my sweat-soaked (One gets literally heated up when he's angry) pillow, tearing my hair out and cursing the opponents and referee. Unfashionable Blackburn really got my blood pressure up the past decade.
Temptations were high to switch channel (No chance for switching club, just ask S League when Tanjong Pagar FC got disbanded), but as a die-hard fan, I stuck unwillingly to my seat in front of the TV. Even if my team were to suffer, we had to suffer the agony together, not that it will be of any help to them anyway.
70th minute, I decided to take out my two-sided coin. A smile came to me then, I cannot bring myself to hate you. It was my choice when I first got infatuated with you, You had your merits, your beauty when I first fell for you. It grew into love thereafter. I need to stick with you in times of difficulties and disappointments. We need to be in this mire together. I prayed, probably a goal for my team will suffice for tonight. And we were not found wanting.
Then, as if my prayers were answered, the tides turned in our favour. Firstly, Palacios got sent off. We smelled blood, went for the kill and eventually grabbed 2 goals in the last 8 minutes! I sweared my dad was jolted out from his seat when I shouted in joy after we scored the winning goal.
"Minimise the Negative
Maximise the Positive"
- Toyota
It works. And then it dawned upon me the positives which I could derive from supporting the smallest team in the Premier League. Every goal scored is celebrated as though we have won the World Cup; Defeat does not hurt that much, a draw is satisfactory and when victory is achieved, oh how sweet and blissful is that sensation. Pure joy!
I may never get the chance to see a Blackburn captain hoisting the Premier League trophy again, but I had that ultimate joy once in 1995. That is enough to last me a lifetime.
"Rovers stun ten-man Spurs" - Soccernet
It was an insipid game, a lacklustre display of football with stray passes all over and even after having a good 3-hour nap, I was finding it hard to concentrate on the game. Blackburn hardly ventured into Spurs' box for the first 80 minutes, let alone had a shot on goal.
The commentator's remark woke me up from my slumber, "Gone were the days of Shearer and Sutton, and the millions pumped in by the late Jack Walker, who bankrolled the club to the Premier League in 1995."
Are the good days really gone? 1-0 down to Spurs after 30 minutes and I was really dreading the possibility of having to witness my team being relegated for the second time in my life (The first was terrible, receiving the ill-fated news while I was performing national service in BMT. I almost wanted to kick my sergeant the next day). I was wondering, I could have supported Man U, Liverpool and Chelsea, teams which will often ensure an easy and happy 90 minutes in front of TV. Lesser the chance of me thumping my sweat-soaked (One gets literally heated up when he's angry) pillow, tearing my hair out and cursing the opponents and referee. Unfashionable Blackburn really got my blood pressure up the past decade.
Temptations were high to switch channel (No chance for switching club, just ask S League when Tanjong Pagar FC got disbanded), but as a die-hard fan, I stuck unwillingly to my seat in front of the TV. Even if my team were to suffer, we had to suffer the agony together, not that it will be of any help to them anyway.
70th minute, I decided to take out my two-sided coin. A smile came to me then, I cannot bring myself to hate you. It was my choice when I first got infatuated with you, You had your merits, your beauty when I first fell for you. It grew into love thereafter. I need to stick with you in times of difficulties and disappointments. We need to be in this mire together. I prayed, probably a goal for my team will suffice for tonight. And we were not found wanting.
Then, as if my prayers were answered, the tides turned in our favour. Firstly, Palacios got sent off. We smelled blood, went for the kill and eventually grabbed 2 goals in the last 8 minutes! I sweared my dad was jolted out from his seat when I shouted in joy after we scored the winning goal.
"Minimise the Negative
Maximise the Positive"
- Toyota
It works. And then it dawned upon me the positives which I could derive from supporting the smallest team in the Premier League. Every goal scored is celebrated as though we have won the World Cup; Defeat does not hurt that much, a draw is satisfactory and when victory is achieved, oh how sweet and blissful is that sensation. Pure joy!
I may never get the chance to see a Blackburn captain hoisting the Premier League trophy again, but I had that ultimate joy once in 1995. That is enough to last me a lifetime.
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