I limped my way laboriously back to hall from the bus stop. Just as how I limped from harbourfront station, hopping on one leg to catch bus 30, and how I limped painfully from the cathay to dhoby ghaut. I hate this, it makes me feel utterly helpless and miserable.

Only this morning I was feeling slightly proud of myself for being able to complete the runs during training, and in the afternoon entertained myself kicking heavy bags and pads at Fight G. Look at me now, limping around with a swollen ankle which was a result of my in-step connecting with my sparring opponent's knee/shin after less than a minute in the ring.

Pathetic. Merry Christmas, Shaun.