Tuesday..

Tuesday

When we run, I will not look pale.

I will not look like I'm dying. I will not feel that way.

My cramps will not get progressively bad. 

My head will not spin. My vision will not blur every now and then.

"Are you okay?"

Why, thank you for the concern. 

You guys probably know, but I will say that I'm fine regardless.

It's only when one of you decides to stop me that all of the blood rushes to my head and I feel even weaker, and have to sit down.

Thank you, really. Thank you for being caring.

Towards a stubborn and unfit me,

I really shouldn't run even faster when my body threatens to repeat the annoying cycle.

But it annoys me.

It annoys me that teachers always think I'm faking it when I'm not.

It annoys me that I think I'm faking it when I'm not.

It annoys me that I get attention with this. I don't like it one bit. In fact, I'm sick of it.

Even though, deep down, a voice jeers at me.

"Fake, so fake. You have stopped running halfway twice. Are you going to do it every Tuesday?"

So, I'm supposed to not push myself?

I'm fine!

Damn right I am.

Damn right I'm not.

I will not sit down halfway.

I will not look like I'm going to die.

I will not...

Just don't over do it, Jie Ying.

All of these emotions are irrelevant.

It will be fine... It will be fine

On Tuesday...