Communication

Sometimes, when I'm exhausted, I seem to think only of myself.

When I finished the third round on the track, Kheng Ming went off. I think his shin was aching. (Hmm. Don't I have a similar problem?)

When I completed the fourth round, he shouted out my timing.

When I completed the fifth round, he shouted out my timing, and after I took some roundabout walks to cool down, I walked straight past him although I think he was complaining about his shin.

We then went onto the open-air "seats" at the sports gallery to do more exercises. He took the third level, while I took the second.

When I was stretching my abs and obliques for a long time, he advised me not to stretch too long and to rest first.

After I did 10 pullups, non-consecutively, he said that I had a done a good job, or words to that effect.

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I didn't say a single word.

I didn't make much action to him.

But I felt his concern.

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I don't think this is being too sensitive (more of insensitive?) of me, rather it's a point of reflection now that my heart is no longer thumping away.

My right palm has two mini-cuts from the grains of sand on the gallery.