This post is all about running, seriously.
With 2.5 months to SCM, I am beginning to doubt whether I can finish doing the mother-of-all-runs. I’m not like Mark, who can fly through without having trained at more than an hour each time, nor am I Angie, who would be running her fifth marathon this year. I’m lazy arse like that.
But I did tell myself things will get ugly should I not get to the tracks, and on Sunday morning, still dark at 5.30am, I got off for a slow run.
The whole objective of Sunday’s run was to see how far I could go before I started to heave. And it only took me up till Plaza Singapura, which was a paltry 5.5 km, to get me seeing stars. So much for training.
That means I have to step on it, and hopefully I don’t make evening tabloid news for the wrong reasons on the day itself. And the only one person whom I think has the potential to be a running buddy turns out to be a pro! I have doubts of not humiliating myself in front of him, but I guess I shall have to suffer a bruised ego and be laughed by him when we actually run together.
