So the Proclaimers proclaimed.

Well, I guess the Proclaimers did not have arthritic knees because 500 miles is impossible with knees that hurt. In fact, two 10 km runs within a week of each other is very very painful. Awfully painful.

Awful Nike Human Race = 1 hour 10 minutes
Awful Great Eastern Women Run = 1 hour 8 minutes
Addy’s Great Eastern Women Run = 52 minutes (Freak!)

The less said about the runs the better. One feels a sense of an accomplishment after crossing the finish line if one does not feel like throwing up. The pain and angst experience during the actual run is temporary forgotten like selective amnesia. However, this false sense of accomplishment lures one into thinking that signing up for another race maybe of a longer distance is a good idea. The next day, when one rolls out of bed, the knees screaming and the flat feet hurting, one will Regret the decision. Adrenaline clouds your judgement, kids. Say No to Running!

But we had fun cam whoring after the race at the Padang. Plus we saw this lady walk away with two armfuls of granola bars. And no, I am not wearing a top.

Jupes and I had brunch at Rider’s Cafe on Thursday morning, we sat outside on the veranda and watched this horse gallop in circles round and round. How come the horse never get dizzy? Another mystery of nature. As we chatted about Jupes’ pending Hong Kong trip and her grandiose plans before she leaves for New York, it was reminiscent of the days in Eusoff when I would force myself to wake up to have MacD’s breakfast with her at Engine’s MacDs. How the aircon would be chilly in the morning, we probably had a 10 am lecture to rush to after but the place would be packed. Funny how things around us can change and everything still stays the same.

I would walk 500 miles for Jupes and Addy. (Addy you have to wait for me at the end though. I cannot catch up. Heh.)