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Sunday, December 02, 2007, 3:00 PM
Woohoo! Rejoice! I've defeated the marathon beast in a time of roughly 5hrs 3o mins. For those cursing me, example, whoever that bears a grudge against me for that bloody note I posted, or 'the duo' perhaps mad at me for the previous entry, Im once again sorry to announce that nothing happened to me during the run. =PBut alas, I did not escape unscathed. Lactic acid, the bane of muscle group, yet my thigh and calf muscle were bathe in that toxin for nearly the whole journey, rendering them useless or the next couple of days, or worse the entire week. Sad to say, I would have to use this excuse to siam all the saikangs. =P Crossing the finishing line at the Padang would be the most exhilarating part of the race. I knew everything would be over soon once I saw the 41km mark. I gathered whatever energy I had left and started to run faster. When I saw the finishing line and the supporters congregated at the sides, cheering on the runners at the top of their voices, emotions overwhelmed me. I almost teared, but army taught me not the cry unnecessarily. Crying should only be done to gain sympathy and a attempt to get out of deep shit, a lesson taught to me by "the duo". Anyway, it is no wonder why this part is dubbed the most spiritual part of the race. "It’s the road where all physical struggle and fatigue are exorcised. It’s the place where all doubts of ever finishing the Race are replaced with indescribable euphoria and even disbelief at the feat.", quote from here. very apt in describing my sentiments. By the way, I have this issue with all the runspiration participants. Some of them irritated me with their incessant unnecessary screaming and singing. Why am I so unlucky to always run into people singing? Some did the taboo, that is, telling the runners 'Come on!! You have __ (Fill in the number) more Km to go'. I mean, people are trying to complete a marathon and these remarks sounds depressing. I know they are trying to inspire the runners but the least they could do is to say something more sensible. And yes I took a cab home. Im not taking any risk by taking the bus again, in case I ran into the same man again. Remember the man with horrible singing? Last thing, I LOST my race tag. GRRrrr.... And I thought every item from my first marathon should be preserved. Grrrrr.... How I wish you were there to witness my triumph 65 days to liberation |