The reason why cars are so important...
So i left house at 10pm, met thia at hougang before taking a direct bus there. Reached there at just the right time, deposit our stuff, stretch awhile, and we are off.
The first 10 km, was so freaking fast, don't know why i run so fast also, but was already struggling at the 6km point, freaking changi coastal route is a bloody damn long straight line. Then you see the planes preparing to take off, bloody freaking hell, the speed they are going, they can finish a marathon in minutes, and i'm there running like a slow fuck. Wah demoralising, that part of the route was very mentally draining, cause my body is attempting to get used to the long journey ahead, after the 10km though, the body became more aclimatised so it wasn't so bad. Then Thia was struggling with his left knee, which was quite bad cause like cannot even walk at all. Running, stop, run is ok i think, what's not is when you run, then you walk, then you stop, and run again. I don't know why, but the walking part is particularly painful for the legs, more painful than running. The trick is to start running, but the first step is so so important.
So after that freaking bloody long route next to the airport, comes ECP. There was never a time i think that i was so hungry as at that point, that i was so tempted to go raid and push everyone away and eat their bbq. Walk like forever, then i told thia i run abit, because walking had become very very painful for the legs.
There's a long long long long loop at the end where the gantry is, so could see everybody running past, think that's the point where the muscles are struggling to get used to being pushed, because i had to stop several times to stretch the legs, after like what seemed forever, i finally finished that part of the marathon, and moved on to the park connectors to bedok reservoir, WHICH WAS LIKE 6KM!
Think we pass by darren house, which meant had to cross the freaking overhead bridge, there's like 4 in total what the hell man i hate bridge, especially in the middle of a freaking marathon. Anyway i hated this part of the route because of the undulating terrain. I guess that's just me, never liked those up and down slopes. Same applies to life, i prefer things to be peaceful, smoothsailing, constant, but as they say, change is the only constant.
Develop a routine at this point, every 2km, i'll stop and stretch the leg, and at the same time rest for awhile, before continue running and walking. The legs are tired of course, but i guess the mental challenge starts to come in, which i think i dealt with it perfectly. Focusing on reaching the 40km, just ran and walk and ran and walk. Of course there are many times where i just feel like giving up, because to carry on, even crawling is too darn tiring, felt like sitting down and stop moving and let the whole world pass me, but that wasn't gonna happen, not that night.
Friend told me that 30 to 40 was bad, but i think its ok, yes it took a long time, but i could still keep on going. Aim for the traffic light, so i ran, walk, and ran, walk and ran, crossing many traffic lights, determined to meet my short term goals, without ever letting the long term goal slip out of my mind.
Then at 38km, the legs started to get worse, was walking mostly now, after stretching i usually could run for awhile, but it was not the case now, the calf was feeling the stress now, and it took like forever to reach the 40km mark. A sense of achievement, but the last 2 click, was the worst i experience in my whole life. By this time i couldn't run at all already, and every step i took, my ankle sent a signal to my brain screaming pain. Pushing the legs to the ultimate limit, every step was painful, had to bite my arm to relieve some of the pain alot of times.
When you are so close to the finishing line, you wouldn't give up. Nothing could stop me at that point of time, and i guess that's when my mind was the only thing practically dragging my body forward. Last 100m ,time to wayang! Started jogging, then when i reached the finishing line almost cramp, hahaha omg man, bit my lips, continue on, never sia suay. HENG ARH.
After that rest for awhile, clean myself up, then went to wait for my parents. At that time then realise how bad my both legs were, barely able to walk. Even now, cannot really walk properly.
I guess its not bad for my first time, and the longest distance i had clocked in a day, than 2 months added up altogether, it was a good performance. Even when running at a super duper slow speed, i still felt like i was flying, hahaha, its like projecting the speed which i'll be running at when im 90.
A very good experience, learnt some stuff about myself, and finally i completed one of my life goals.
Impossible is nothing.
The first 10 km, was so freaking fast, don't know why i run so fast also, but was already struggling at the 6km point, freaking changi coastal route is a bloody damn long straight line. Then you see the planes preparing to take off, bloody freaking hell, the speed they are going, they can finish a marathon in minutes, and i'm there running like a slow fuck. Wah demoralising, that part of the route was very mentally draining, cause my body is attempting to get used to the long journey ahead, after the 10km though, the body became more aclimatised so it wasn't so bad. Then Thia was struggling with his left knee, which was quite bad cause like cannot even walk at all. Running, stop, run is ok i think, what's not is when you run, then you walk, then you stop, and run again. I don't know why, but the walking part is particularly painful for the legs, more painful than running. The trick is to start running, but the first step is so so important.
So after that freaking bloody long route next to the airport, comes ECP. There was never a time i think that i was so hungry as at that point, that i was so tempted to go raid and push everyone away and eat their bbq. Walk like forever, then i told thia i run abit, because walking had become very very painful for the legs.
There's a long long long long loop at the end where the gantry is, so could see everybody running past, think that's the point where the muscles are struggling to get used to being pushed, because i had to stop several times to stretch the legs, after like what seemed forever, i finally finished that part of the marathon, and moved on to the park connectors to bedok reservoir, WHICH WAS LIKE 6KM!
Think we pass by darren house, which meant had to cross the freaking overhead bridge, there's like 4 in total what the hell man i hate bridge, especially in the middle of a freaking marathon. Anyway i hated this part of the route because of the undulating terrain. I guess that's just me, never liked those up and down slopes. Same applies to life, i prefer things to be peaceful, smoothsailing, constant, but as they say, change is the only constant.
Develop a routine at this point, every 2km, i'll stop and stretch the leg, and at the same time rest for awhile, before continue running and walking. The legs are tired of course, but i guess the mental challenge starts to come in, which i think i dealt with it perfectly. Focusing on reaching the 40km, just ran and walk and ran and walk. Of course there are many times where i just feel like giving up, because to carry on, even crawling is too darn tiring, felt like sitting down and stop moving and let the whole world pass me, but that wasn't gonna happen, not that night.
Friend told me that 30 to 40 was bad, but i think its ok, yes it took a long time, but i could still keep on going. Aim for the traffic light, so i ran, walk, and ran, walk and ran, crossing many traffic lights, determined to meet my short term goals, without ever letting the long term goal slip out of my mind.
Then at 38km, the legs started to get worse, was walking mostly now, after stretching i usually could run for awhile, but it was not the case now, the calf was feeling the stress now, and it took like forever to reach the 40km mark. A sense of achievement, but the last 2 click, was the worst i experience in my whole life. By this time i couldn't run at all already, and every step i took, my ankle sent a signal to my brain screaming pain. Pushing the legs to the ultimate limit, every step was painful, had to bite my arm to relieve some of the pain alot of times.
When you are so close to the finishing line, you wouldn't give up. Nothing could stop me at that point of time, and i guess that's when my mind was the only thing practically dragging my body forward. Last 100m ,time to wayang! Started jogging, then when i reached the finishing line almost cramp, hahaha omg man, bit my lips, continue on, never sia suay. HENG ARH.
After that rest for awhile, clean myself up, then went to wait for my parents. At that time then realise how bad my both legs were, barely able to walk. Even now, cannot really walk properly.
I guess its not bad for my first time, and the longest distance i had clocked in a day, than 2 months added up altogether, it was a good performance. Even when running at a super duper slow speed, i still felt like i was flying, hahaha, its like projecting the speed which i'll be running at when im 90.
A very good experience, learnt some stuff about myself, and finally i completed one of my life goals.
Impossible is nothing.
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