Pasir Ris, 40 km. I’m hot, tired and hungry. But I keep going, as I’m training for a long ride, as one leg is 175 km long. I expect to be hot, tired and hungry on that ride, so I train for the feeling.
If this was my job, I’d be unhappy with my boss. How can one work when hot, tired and hungry? But this is not my job. Since I’m not working, this is supposed to be play. Same ride, same conditions, yet the feeling is different. Hot, tired and hungry, yet not unhappy.
And that’s what purpose is about. Make sense?
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