Monday, December 03, 2007
- You blog more during exam periods because you just need to get away -And then you realise you have left it vacant again for almost 2 weeks after the euphoria of ending yet again, another seemingly depressing A levels.I type this entry sunburnt, lips peeling, arms red, face a literal black where its impossible to cover any hints of anger in my face now because it already looks permanently moody.Im having one of the impossible weeks where im juggling tennis trainings, CCA committments, 2 other sub committee commitments while planning and waiting patiently to burst out into the scene of euphoria with my friends after they have all finally finished their examinations in the other university. But that's another matter for now.Because, i was volunteering at the Singapore marathon and boy, were those runners drug addicts that day. For 'Deep Heat' that is. The miracle spray and lotion that brings your muscles into a state of high and let you think that you will be able to continue onanother ten kilometers beyond the finish line. It was a scary sight. The moment you wield out the can, people start streaming over to you so fast it reminded one of great white sharks all moving in for the kill. Then all you hear are many repetitive words: Ah! Pain! Calves! Knees! Back! Front! More please! Here! There! Thanks! Huh! NO MORE??!Yes, no more was heard in 5 short minutes after i took out the spray. I was like cinderella worked to her death, and everyone was her stepsister. Everyone was in such pain when they crossed me (i was located after the 36 km stretch) that i do not know why, but i felt absolutely, ridiculously, guilt-ridden! I didnt dare face runners when i was drinking my water, didnt dare to slouch or yawn in front of them because i knew they were more tired than me, didnt eat my breakfast while standing from 530 am to 130 pm, and for a period of time, didnt even dare to stand in the shade for fear of being seen as disgracefully lazy boy! Which explains why im so burnt now.But the things i saw. Wow. Those black runners ran and ran like a mexican running for their dear lives trying to go past the US borders, girls who ran faster than boys, girls that looked like men, girls that obviously wanted to be men, gross men in running tights, old people from running clubs, people that had to run with ipods, couples that decided the marathon was a good time for a stroll in the park, the fantastic man whom pushed her wheelchair bound daughter to the finishing line, my brother, my friends, the female clown whom was wrapped with balloons and bells, the man whom ran with a superman cape, the boy decked out in a full spiderman suit right up to the face mask, ambitious fat boys who should have run the half-marathon instead.Yes speaking about that, there were just SO many people who were walking for half the marathon! I mean if there were 40000 runners as mentioned, then im sure at least 20000 walked forever. Honestly, why do people just want to torture themselves like this when they know they havent trained enough for the event yet? Is it for the tee shirt? because i would think that if i didnt run for at least 3/4 the distance i would have felt embarassed to even wear it. Goodness. Running to the finish line is inspirational when you do it right from the start after training for months and months. But its a TRAGEDY when you dont train and every volunteer has to wait till you finish walking to the finish line!Well never mind that. miss potato and i were talking about the marathon and i was talking to her about how the black runners were so fit they even had the energy to look back at their competitors after running for so long. "Well you know i would never look back," she said.. I acknowledged eagerly as i knew running was the bane of both our lives. And then she replied "No, its not becase im tired, im scared it may have just been a hantu calling out my name, and then once i turn back, the spiritual protection is broken." Sometimes im honestly amazed at her ability to still surprise me after so many years of friendship.
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