Monday, September 24, 2007

Familiar grounds

When I saw that mrt station something inside me just sank. I didn't know why at first, nor why it was so familiar. I thought my only memories of that place were from the race before, but that couldn't be the case, we alighted at the other station, and crossed the bridge, none of which were in that path.

Give a rower a paddle and he will feel like rowing, make him touch a pullup bar and he'll want to go up.

Muscle memory is a fascinating thing.

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