'No you can't! You promised! You promised that you would try and get under one hour! you promised!' A tiny, soft and disquiet voice objected the louder one.
Yes I did have a goal and that was to get below one hour, but at the same time my muscles were hurting. I followed my instinct and listened to the tiny voice. I ran incessantly. I didn't care how slow I was, nor did I bother when someone over took me. I just know I needed to get over the finishing line. I felt I was in my own world not realising the people around it.
As though I had ran for my dear life, I finally sported it. The finishing line! It was just about 100 meters away! I saw the time on the board and sprinted towards the end, oblivion to how painful my muscles were.
At last, I succeeded and made it to the finishing line. Though I didn't achieved what i wanted, but I'm glad I improved two minutes from last year's performance.
'See I told you so. I knew you could do it!' said the tiny voice. I just nodded and smiled in agreement. I felt too comatose to do anything -even eat- after the run. So I took a quick shower and tucked beneath the blanket for four hours. Every drop of sweat was worth it!
And that very incident took place in Singapore. It was another Singapore marathon that I decided to participate in. My family and I arrive Singapore on the 5th and left on the 7th. I'm going to outline the food section from this blog. It'll all be posted on foodtactic.blogspot.com
I'll take this opportunity to elaborate on the magnificent and colourful Christmas lighting's that were so incandescence. The Christmas lights coruscated before my eyes as dad drove pass it.