Hobble my way through 42.195km (originally from 04 Dec, 2006)

wat a rush … today is the day after the marathon… and i can still remember the event rather fondly.. yes this swine does have a weird appreciation for pain and the bitter sweet feeling of agony… it also made me reflect on my “wise” prediction that i told my colleague “don’t worry … in the history the marathon in this country.. it has NEVER rained before” … but as the mother of all bad predictions go … and as if the heavens do not like to be mocked for “Deadly” accurate predictions … a light downpour came when we were trodding along our 20km mark …
its was refreshing as well as irritating …

but as i always say… its all good man … the 42.195 km route teaches me alot of things …

They are:
- you cannot predict the weather
- you WILL have abrasion at places you never thought were “abrase-able”
- there is No shame in brisk walking
- wearing a Polar footpod can save u the agony of guaging your pace
- No women will think you are sexy when you are running the entire distance
- No you don’t get a “reward” from the opposite sex for finishing

However on the flipside doing the marthon has more positives than negatives, they are:

- You don’t have to be an African to run a marathon (Though it helps to win the prize money)
- You are not as old as you think (esp when i see a few retirees finishing before me)
- Marathons are the best way to practise goal setting (you won’t believe how many times you have to chant .. “you can do it” before you finish)
- Sometimes you can give youself a “reward” (wth no particular reference to the previous points)
- Satay never tastes so good

I am quite glad that i took up my personal challenge of finishing my 1st marathon… i guess running is already in my blood … so 2007 will be a year where i will be:

- doing another marathon in Dec
- doing a few more half marathons
- trying a duathlon
- giving myself an excuse to buy a Triathlon bicycle
- re-testing the “reward” system from the opposite sex
- remove another 10-15 kg off my body (not surgically)

Till then … i hobble along for another few days

and yes … i didn’t managed to find much miss lycra to look at this year … dang