Sunday, May 30, 2010

The torture we put ourselves through for a small round metal circle.

It's a full moon tonight.  Bright, and full, and beautiful. 

Just like how I remembered it last night.

Last night, 29 May,
as we stood at the flag off point, 
music pumping, 
heart beats accelerating, 
MC shouting,  
amid 5999 bobbing heads, 
waiting for the final countdown
looking up into the cloudless dark sky
and seeing the big yellow circle hanging there:
bright, and full, and beautiful.


We'd been counting down to this day for months, and finally, suddenly, the day was here:
our very first 21KM run.
Yes, I think we're ready(:

See my latest baby?  The beautiful white, wireless, water-resistant W Series Sony MP3! 

Ben carbo-loading with bananas up till the last minute.

And so, we ran. 
And ran.
And calculated how many steps it takes to run 21KM. 
And passed the 12KM marker. 
And walked, a teeny bit.
And ran some more. 
And ran. 
And drank some 100 Plus. 
And walked, another teeny bit.
And checked our watches for the time.
And ran.
And applied Counter-pain to aching muscles.
And ran some more. 
And drank more water and 100 Plus.
And passed the 18KM marker. 
And belted out "Sweet dreams are made of these"
And slow-jogged, then sprinted to the next water point. 
And hydrated.
And didn't feel like moving another inch.
And forced ourselves to take another step, and then another. 
And passed the 20KM marker.
And ran. 
And ran faster. 
And groaned, "Oh man, why am I doing this to myself??" 
before sprinting in the final 30 meters to the finish line.

It was exhausting.
 It was leg-cramping.
 It felt endless. 

BUT WE MADE IT!

Us and 5996 other runners took some 63,000 steps or more that night, and completed the 21KM Half Marathon. 

And all for the sake of receiving a small round metal circle.
Now if I can just get back on my feet in time to survive tomorrow's day of work in heels...

**She is officially field-effective today (:**

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