Did my first and last marathon in December last year, right before our annual Model United Nations conference. Was quite the experience.
Read “My First And Last Marathon“, and here’s a short excerpt:
But I regret nothing, perhaps except not smearing my lower body parts with a more copious amount of petroleum jelly. Moreover it all went well in the beginning. Views of the central business district and the Singapore skyline – through landmarks like the floating platform and over Nicoll Highway – are breath-taking in the early hours. It was cool, and I was calm. Throughout the run I heard only the collective footsteps of the hundreds of runners.
The marathon is tough because shortcuts do not exist. Especially if you have an ego, told people about the attempt, and have friends tracking your progress on the mobile application. How difficult can it be, I wondered before the marathon, because in the unlikeliest of scenarios I could stride across the course within the nine-hour limit? So from the 15-kilometre mark I got into a routine of fast-marching (all credit to the months of training as a reconnaissance trooper, during my National Service) for a short distance after a water station, yet at the turning point of miserable East Coast Park I knew I would eventually succumb. The further I got into the run the longer the kilometres felt, and more had begun to walk.
In that sense you really have no choice but to finish the 42 kilometres. You only have two questions in your tired, tired mind: where is the next sign every kilometre (with a nice, and where is the next green sign which tells you that the water station is 300 metres ahead? Okay and sometimes you ask yourself why you pay good money to suffer in the blazing sun.