+10s = -$200

"Joel! Save your adrenaline!" said Honlyn, who went on to say that I was visibly shaken/riled up by a mere conversation about my impending ippt later in the afternoon. Apparently, my left facial vein pops out when I get a little...anxious, how embarrassing! I HOPE, I hope, that my facial vein behaves itself in the hospital in front of our doctors and patients (as well as any other signs that I might display with my unease)... And that Hon is just really good at reading me. Imagine me trying to draw blood from a patient, who might be observant enough to spot my unpracticed hands (which isnt hard really), AND a throbbing left facial vein. Ah well, can't do anything about it, can I?

But I'll cut to the chase, the whole point of this latest entry, the impetus which has roused me from my non-bloggerophilic stupor (imagine that), is the fact that I just squandered a chance to win myself $200 more, all for a short duration of 10 seconds. Ippt was going fine, William and I OWNED all the stations prior to the 2.4 run. And then we ran. I felt a little weak/light headed doing a light jog just before the run, which isnt much of an excuse, just a likely piece of evidence that I'm not yet up to par. I mean, I remember almost always having butterflies in my stomach at the start line, but today was worse than that. Running that pace didnt feel liberating, I felt heavy, slow, sick, and out of breath really quickly. It didn't feel like a 9 minute pace, and sure enough, it wasn't, by...erm..quite a bit of time actually.

Alright, I'm done griping, I wouldve griped more if I got to the computer faster, but I feel resigned to this fate. A 25-point silver. 9.24. Sad. I even entertained thoughts of re-taking the test, just to be 10s faster. Ugh. So anyway, my results, stupid stupid stupid.

And I know, I'm supposed to post Vietnam pictures! But Clinics have been killing me, and I've just been too lazy. They'll be up....soon! Time to turn in.