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You Know How To Groove.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009, 00:36
I'm on the train and I'm going to be late. Whatever.

Okay. Sundown.

Its my second long distance race. Second in my whole life and second this year. I completed both marathons this year. Sidetracking, the first is the Singapore Canoe Marathon. I think I paddled 14 kilometres, but excuse me, its difficult too okay.

So, I was at Changi Point that night, doing my first 42. Well, its quite an experience yes. But haha, the ache that followed was a kind of new experience too.

I think running in the night is pretty interesting. You can pace with someone and you won't be able to figure out his features. So you are basically running with someone you don't know and will never know or even recognise. Another thing was that the Sun wasn't there to sap your energy away. And there were interesting people too. Like an auntie that wore black clothes and hung lights around herself. Its those you put on the christmas trees. But they are all white. Her hair was all white too. I wonder whether its a wig or dyed or something; its awfully white.

Anyway, thanks for all the well-wishes. Somehow, I managed to tell myself to complete the distance. I even tried remembering chemistry to put my brain off the pain. I can't think of anything though. Signal to revise. Haha.

Of course there's Aaron, Daryl, Hilary, Johnathan and Louis for running together and bringing me to complete the first ten kilometres in such a short time.

The clubs for runners were great too. All that Deep-heat were good.

And all that volunteers that had to stand from 9pm to 8am or so. I know you can't sit down because that is not supposed to be motivation for runners. I know because I did it last year. It was a torture, trying to keep awake at 3am, so thanks people.

And just to add, the kilometres seemed to stretch. The distance from 40km mark to 41km seems much much longer than that from 1 to 2. Haha.

I started writing this at 1200 and I end it while waiting to arrive at the Punggol station, at 1934. Sidenote, 3D movies are cool and I finished half a tub of Ben and Jerry's today. Shit.






Ernest