What would you be doing 530am on a Sunday morning?
Probably sleeping, i guess..
Well, i was at esplanade.
No, not because i have not gone back home after some party.
I was there getting ready to run.
Yes, you did not get that wrong. I was there to run.
It was one of those morning when time seems to stop and
there was only one thing in mind..get to the finish line..
2hrs of run was no easy feat.
Not just a jog in the park or a stroll.
It was a gruelling 21km, mentally tested, physically stretched run.
What am i searching for in the wee hours when i could lie
comfortably in my bed enjoying my sleep.
All for the sake of that moment when you cross the finish line
and you know that all the preparation had bear fruits.
That sense of satisfaction and achievement is what push me further.
I'm glad i finished the race. It never felt any better...
