The Race of Life
PE today was an exhilarating NAPFA prelude. It started with us guys having to do chin-ups (8. supp to do 7 only lah), standing broad jumps (230cm) and stretching (bloody easy, only needed to touch my feet). Finally, it ended off with an all-you-can-run buffet under a dismal time-limit of 12 minutes. I managed to run 2.4 km by 10 min 24 secs, bloody slow lah, but then the effort i spammed in earlier gave me the last 1.5 minutes to have a alleviating cool down.
Running the Race of Life is very much comparable to today's PE run. Everyone has a time-limit to their lives, with which they must fulfill a certain amount of responsibility. Once done, one gets the joy of relaxation and retirement, recognition and regality.
Everyone starts off enthusiastic, energetic and ready to go, like a newborn child, raring for adventure and excitement. The first lap of life is speedy and great attempts are made to maintain its pace of learning, enjoyment and calmness.
The second and third rounds whiz by, with one realising newfound weariness in life.
The fourth and fifth laps gives one the revelation that he is now out of his prime. It grows steadily harder and harder to keep up with the hectic chores and stresses in life. Tiredness and fatigue strike, tempting one to take things slow and walk the rest of the journey. The overbearing sun, the sweat stinging one's eyes both echo worklife and family, yet one soaks up the punishment and wipes out one's problems, forcing oneself to push on.
The final lap! The end is nearing, time is running out. By now, Life's plaguing harshness has performed its task of disillusionment superbly. All one wants to do is to rush and finish it off. With newfound determination, one places all his might and strength for a wonderful swan song.
The final lap breezes by! Success and contentment flood oneself. There's still some time left before final retirement though. A leisurely stroll is rewarding enough and the quiet time that comes with it makes one cherish his experiences in life, and that it was ultimately beneficial. Finally, the whistle blows. The 12 minutes are up. One dies and moves graciously to a higher plane of existence, their timings in the Race of Life being the only things that remain as legend for future generations to reminisce.
Life is beautiful. PE is pwningly philosophical.
Running the Race of Life is very much comparable to today's PE run. Everyone has a time-limit to their lives, with which they must fulfill a certain amount of responsibility. Once done, one gets the joy of relaxation and retirement, recognition and regality.
Everyone starts off enthusiastic, energetic and ready to go, like a newborn child, raring for adventure and excitement. The first lap of life is speedy and great attempts are made to maintain its pace of learning, enjoyment and calmness.
The second and third rounds whiz by, with one realising newfound weariness in life.
The fourth and fifth laps gives one the revelation that he is now out of his prime. It grows steadily harder and harder to keep up with the hectic chores and stresses in life. Tiredness and fatigue strike, tempting one to take things slow and walk the rest of the journey. The overbearing sun, the sweat stinging one's eyes both echo worklife and family, yet one soaks up the punishment and wipes out one's problems, forcing oneself to push on.
The final lap! The end is nearing, time is running out. By now, Life's plaguing harshness has performed its task of disillusionment superbly. All one wants to do is to rush and finish it off. With newfound determination, one places all his might and strength for a wonderful swan song.
The final lap breezes by! Success and contentment flood oneself. There's still some time left before final retirement though. A leisurely stroll is rewarding enough and the quiet time that comes with it makes one cherish his experiences in life, and that it was ultimately beneficial. Finally, the whistle blows. The 12 minutes are up. One dies and moves graciously to a higher plane of existence, their timings in the Race of Life being the only things that remain as legend for future generations to reminisce.
Life is beautiful. PE is pwningly philosophical.
Tapping my fingers to... Back in the Day - Missy Elliott ft Jay-Z
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