This morning I woke up (again) at an unearthly timing. Sunday! I should at least wake up to see the sun, but no! it was cold and chilly. My first thought was, "gosh this should not be happening on a sunday morning". but still, i managed to exercise some self coercion and got myself up.
How did all this happen? Interesting. To cut the story short, I got a call yesterday at a weird time ( that I call my bedtime ) telling me I had to go for a half marathon the next morning at some thousand miles away.
So we rendevous at esplanade at some 5am plus this morning.
I wasn't very happy. 10km. I was just glad I didn't have to go for the 21km run. I haven't been doing any form of exercise for like say the last one month.
And so I ran. Ran. and almost died.
It was literally a human sardine hell. (I still remember that was my official term for Bugis) but anyway, if that was human sardine hell. This is canned aqueous sardine hell. Sweaty heaven! I tell you, when I ran I had to squeeze through people to advance forward and these people ain't exactly very dry. They were excreting juices known as pespiration, and I tell you, rubbing your arms on other people's arms does create a cooling sensation which I tell you is something you never want to experience. For that, I propose running marathon in long no 4.
I was so sad and traumatised. No goodie bags or whatever They gave out medals though. But who wants a 10km medal. Anyway we didn't run the competitive one so we didn't even have number tags. so people without number tags are like worthless piece of thrash that don't deserve medals (at least thats what they told me when I tried to take one). Still, I manage to steal 3 cans of 100 plus from the freebie booth which was giving out drinks. Yea. Stealing that 3 cans was the most painful experience because I had to squeeze into a crowd of men who just finished a 10km marathon. My sanity or my throat. It was a tough choice. But :( i choose my throat in the end.
The others are going home tomorrow. Only the failure squad are staying for the 3rd test and me included. I haven't gone for my island wide. This tuesday will be a do or die battle. I'm not giving myself pressure anymore. Because I know I can do it. I can pull off perfect driving. I just need some luck.
While driving on saturday morning at Yishun area, I stumbled across a couple of police cars parked along the road. I think the civil defence people were involved as well. No, this ain't NDP part 2. But anyway there was a half naked old man threatening to jump down from a playground obstacle (you know those pyramidal kinda thingy?). And mr police man was trying to get him down. I could vaguely see though the speed of the jeep was so pathetically slow. Fortunately, I managed to my instructor to get the jeep back to the same spot to see what happened. I made 2-3 circles and by the last, I saw the old man handcuffed, pinned to the ground. And yes, though I had to signal right, change lane for all that commotion, I thought it was quite disturbing, sad. Yeah.
Garfield says life stinks. I kinda agree.
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