5km: trying so hard not to look at how many minutes i had run, cos i was tired already
9km: struggling up some hill. looking at the ambulances around and thinking of how to get into them(so i dont need to finish this race)
11km: ready for my next round. at 1 drink station, water was not being replenished as fast as runners coming in. as i was not in any time constraint(this was my relaxing run), i noticed how the runners were so inpatient, and some shouting at the volunteers pouring the water into the cups.
next drink stop, noticed a young boy(maybe under 10yrs), holding a cup of water out for runners. one runner ran past him, missed catching that cup and knocked it onto the floor. Immediately, i saw the dissppointment on his race. he was trying his best, yet no one appreciated it. I really felt for him.
on my 2nd round, when i passed him, he was no longer giving out water, and just looked so dejected. I felt like stopping and going over to him and say, "good job mate". but i did not.
13km: still looking at ambulances and figuring out my excuse to stop running. started some walking
19km: leisure toilet stop at the botanic gardens. thought that i shld have just finished the race b4 toileting, but didnt like those port-a-loos at the end. which meant i might have restricted fluid intake, which is not good
20km: HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY. saw a woman, with long black hair and high heels flashing from a distance. as i got closer, noticed she was dancing on an elderly man who was sitting on a chair. the sign read, "runners only, free lap dance". caught some of the action, she even had her own photographers there to take pics of her and any runner that would sit on that chair" stopped for a while to watch my virgin experience of this.
20.8km: last sprint. told myself had to sprint past anyone fatter than me, and anyone with grey hair. sprinted past those peeps, and felt good about myself that i had a good time overtaking at least some peeps.
21km: OMG. its over. cant believe i did it. time read 2hr 15min. longest half marathon i had done but glad to have done it. Thanks to God who carried my past the finsh line on my legs, and not on an amblance.
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