We didn't have breakfast cos' we were running late.
My stomach was churning due to the hunger and excitement.
I was so afraid that I would faint at the 6km mark or be the last to crawl over the finishing line.
Even though it was only 10km.
After dropping off at the baggage area in a muddy field, me and my sis proceeded to the starting point, thinking that we could grab some bananas to eat before we run. But the volunteer bluffed us.
There were no bananas at the start point.
So we fused into the crowd and waited to start. We thought that the grace time given was 30 mins after the official start time.
When we started running, it was already abt 850am. Official start time was 7.45am.
It started off very crowded and pace was slow - my advantage!
Somewhere at the 2km mark, I fell down while looking for my sis, who was stuck behind some strolling 'runners'.
I quickly picked myself up and just continued running (or rather, jogging).
At 3km mark, I skipped the 1st drink station. Not thirsty yet.
At 5km mark, I was at the entrance of Marina South (under the bridge) and dehydrating.
The sun was crazily hot.
At 6km mark, I pushed my way to grab my first drink in the run.
At 7km mark, at the ECP, the hottest and sunniest place, I met up with my sis. We saw a superman breezed past us in his very tight and shiny superman body suit.
Oh my God.
At 7.5km, my sis took off and left me struggling in the hot sun.
At 7.6km, I started walking. No joke, the heat was killing me. I felt cooked.
At 8km, I started having hallucinations of a drink station when I saw a white tent gleaming in the sun's ray, beckoning to me. I was at the F1 pit.
I gathered my reserved sugar energy and ran towards the tent. BUT...
No drinks. Only volunteers clearing up rubbish.
I wanted to scream.
So I slowed down to walking pace again. But I cannot walk too slow, cos' of the scorching sun and heat.
Finally, at 9km mark, I saw a 100plus station.
I cut into the Q and grabbed an empty 100plus paper cup and shoved it at the volunteer refilling drinks.
He took one jug of 100plus.
My eyes widened with sheer happiness.
He tilted the jug towards my papercup while shouting at the rest of the runners,"...for 100plus pls move to the opposite station. There's no more 100plus here."
Then, without hesitation, he poured the whole jug of 100plus into my teeny weeny paper cup.
Only 50ml went into my paper cup. The rest wasted on my burnt skin.
I. w.a.n.t.e.d. t.o. c.r.y.
With that precious 50ml of 100plus in my hand and 1km more to go, I slowly sipped a bit of the 100plus through 500m.
At the last 200m, there was shade. And cameramen. I quickly picked up from a strolling pace into a run and overtook a few people. I wanted to make sure the cameramen took good pictures of me running and not walking.
Heh. Must fake abit.
Yeah.
10km completed.
Next would be Sundown 2011.
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