Well maybe not really. As painful as the run was, I still limped my way through to the finishing line. Doing a marathon takes a lot of courage, much less the fact I barely trained this tIme round, forgot sunscreen, cap, sunnies. A checklist next time, maybe

Fingers crossed that I can successfully do a 30km.

The day before AHM, I suddenly developed an aching body accompanied by a fever – not a good sign. I was desperate to get well for the run. I slept the whole sat away, popped aspirins and panadols. Mum was none too pleased that I was determined to make it. Thankfully when Mark picked me on sun morning, I was feeling much better. I decided to take it slow just to make sure I would turn out fine.
In reality, this run was the stuff nightmares are made of. When you mandate thousands of nsmen to run, many who are unwilling, you’ll get endless bottlenecks, much to my irritation. However I’m glad I didn’t give and went on to complete the run, albeit in quite an embarrassing time. Raar to muddy shoes!