Ever since that fateful day at the basketball court, I bid a temporary goodbye to sports. I am wondering if I am using my sprained ankle to escape my 2.4km training? It's too late to regret and now, I am out of shape.

I am not exactly proud of my growing belly and flabby arms, but I know I have to get rid of those stubborn fats somehow. Jogging remains as my arch-enemy and I am left with less than a month to train them. I need somebody to hypnotise me!

Where can I get the motivation out of myself when I lose the remaining ones the moment my foot stepped onto the stadium?