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a marathon is not jus running. its to endure. mind and body. both exist together today. i always thought its mind over body. i ran to 26km mark, before everything starts to get worse.my legs started to go stiff, cramping. and every time i stop running, my legs go into cramp mode. not to forget my busted ankle which is now in worse shape. i force myself to run, and walk . with every pit stop searching desperately for counterpain or deep heat. and some snacks ( which i found only once ( bananas)) to fill my growling stomach. the pain is intense, on the legs and mind. the heat was not too bad since i was wearing my compressor. every time i see the distance mark, i felt like giving up. just walk away. but i couldnt. my frens were waiting for me at the finishing mark. i couldnt face them if i were to quit halfway. so i pushed on.
at the 32 km mark, i began to limp, not walk. limp. my ankle;s gone bad. my vision blurred at the heat plus the countless of people in front and behind me. i was falling, but i kept my head up, i cant give up. i have to endure.
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the last 5 km was a torture. you think its near due to the already covered distance of 37km. but when thought carefully, its a cross country distance. 5km. and the last 3km, was hell. you know its near,u see the esplanade. but u cant run. all i could do is limp. or burst in a short jog and end up having cramps all over. but i continued. i know if i had stopped, i wont get up. luckily at the 2km mark, there were some entertainment, a car show display, ferraris, lambos, porsche. all lined up neatly in a building. allowing me to take some time off my agony, and view those beautiful cars that i know i cant afford. the last 1km was a sprint for me. but the speed of this sprint, was somewhat pathetic, but i ran on, i couldnt take it anymore. i cant just walk the last 1km when i knwo it will take another 15mins. upon reaching the finishing line, i tasted satisfaction,joy,happiness. but there are cons to it.


u have to train for a marathon. not just on that day hope u could run and start regretting on your decision for participating.

but nevertheless.i have abrasions. even at the balls. how do u get abrasion at the balls? fuck . i couldnt walk properly. had to ask my dad to fetch me at tiong mrt. i feel fatigue taking over me now. i need my rest. but i have to eat something first before i head to bed.

thanks to shi jie, for waiting at the finishing line.
thanks to ken for pacing me. although u disappeared at drinking station 6.
thanks to zoe, for everything. haha
thanks to alex and my parents, who thought i couldnt finish the marathon. IN YOUR FACE BITCHES. I FINISHED IT.
thanks to those who wished me good luck (: