What will be shall be

The Run

Today is the annual AHM (Army Half Marathon) but as I have not reach the second year of my service, I only need to run 10 km instead of the actual distance of 21 km. I certainly can't imagine how I am going to run the 21 km next year.

Anyway it is certainly a torture to wake up at 5 plus having slept around 3am the night before. We have to report to the Padang at 7am to report. The start of the run is scheduled at 8am.

Surprisingly the adrenaline was already running high at the starting of the run. Perhaps it is because of the number of people participating and everyone's morale was so high (which I couldn't understand why. Who wouldn't want to sleep in on a Sunday morning?).

Another surprise was the number of chicks at the event. I thought this was an army event? Somehow Chio Bus and NS just doesn't come hand in hand. Not that I mind anyway. It's always nice to have a pretty lady running beside you on a beautiful Sunday morning.

Mid-way through the run at around 4km, it started to pour suddenly. It took us by surprise because it was still quite sunny when we started the run. Everyone started to pick up speed as you feel less tired while running in the rain. Except me. I opted to walk instead because you don't find many opportunities to walk in the rain.

Walking in the rain while viewing the Singapore river is something you don't do very often. We passed by the CBD area ,the big Durian Head and many skyscapers. Somehow I hoped that the walk will not end that fast.

There was one incident which dented my mood a bit though. As I was walking past the Singapore river, there was this old uncle who came up to me and said," Hey boy, look at me. I am already 50 plus years old and I am still running. You so young only and you run a bit and is walking already." I told him to mind his own business and then proceeded to choke slam him into the Singapore river. Nah. If only. I smiled sheepishly and started to run a bit for show. Only after he was far beyond my sight before I started walking again. I really wanted to walk slowly and enjoy the view at the same time.

After reaching the finishing line, I was totally soaked, not by the sweat but by the rain. While it was fun walking in the rain, it certainly wasn't taking the MRT home in wet underwear and socks.

posted by malmoncolo @ 12:19 PM