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Today was the Standard Chartered Marathon 2007 you know, maybe, just maybe, I shouldn’t have picked a full marathon. It doesn’t really make much sense to attempt 42km at your very first try, does it?
Well. I’m glad I don’t have sense.
It was bloody amazing. Absolutely brilliant fun. My knees are screaming bloody murder, but I could be floating on clouds for all I know. I fucking love the endorphins!
The absolute best part of the run was coming down Shenton Way, where you speeding down the road, the glorious office buildings looming all around, with a blissful breeze whipping in your face, and a band joyfully blaring a march, and spectators cheering you on.
I had the stupidest grin on my face the entire time, I swear.
Only bit I regret is not giving a good ol’ TP OEI when I saw Temasek Poly’s Blazers cheering for the runners, but hey! Next time!
Of course, it’s not to say that the run was a breeze. It was a walk in the park, but very literally so: I hit the wall for most of the East Coast Park route, and ended up walking. Still, that bit was glorious fun, for chatting up with random peoples and making promises to meet at the finishing line (that I never kept, but only because I couldn’t remember who was whom). Helps to have long legs, too; I didn’t lose too much time with the brisk walking.
Next year next year next year. Maybe I should try something new. Like actually running before the marathon. That might help! And getting a bloody hair-band. My ipod died on me 5km in (all the jiggling, I bet), but I had to keep my headphones on: it kept the hair out of my eyes! Shh, but the end of the ‘phones were tucked into my shorts.
Yes, there’s very little coherence to this, but I’m still bubbly and excited and achy and high. Damn.