I had this to say – Newton Run sucks! It was my worst run thus far (and maybe ever). First of all it was held in Bandar Kinrara Puchong, a place that I never ventured into before. Thanks and courtesy of Tai Ching, I managed to secure a seat in her car to the starting point and saved me the hassels to drive all the way there to a distant town.
Everything started badly. We reached there about an hour before the run started. I needed to pee so I walked to the starting point first from the place where Frank parked the car just to realise there was no mobile toilets available and I had to walk back to a mamak restaurant and queued up for a toilet break.
I started out with Lizza, the Superwoman/Mother/Wife from OBC BU. I made a mistake by sprinting from the start and soon I became exhausted and out of breath. The route was full with uphill slopes and seemed never ending. John Chuah the Superleg Uncle/Dude did a survey on the route prior to the event and said there was only one uphill slope but there were three!!! Then the worst thing happened – scorching hot sun rising above our heads about 20 minutes after the run started. When I said scorching hot sun, I meant it! I was sweating, panting, struggling and swearing all at the same time. There were only 3 water stations and at the second water station, we had to take our own paper cup to be filled in as there was lack of volunteers. I was dying of thirst and patiently held out my paper cup, waiter for it to be filled…..and to be snatched away by this unknown male runner. Excuse me???? Manners? What a rude son of a bitch!!! I was too shocked to react at the spur of the moment and by the time I managed to compose myself and ready to curse the hell of my lungs the guy had already ran off. Sigh…what happened to “chivalry”? This was the first run I wanted to quit the run half way and not even my kiasuness could sustain me. Willpower was at all time low if it still existed at all. My shins were hurting terribly and I just wanted to give up. I was cursing myself all the way like “Fuck you, Lilian!”, “What the hell you were thinking when you signed up for this?”, “You are such a fucking stupid bitch!” and “Screw you, Lilian, seriously, screw you!” I didn’t even care whether I would make it in time for the medals or not (limited medals for finishers on first reach first get basis). I walked most of the time. The only consolation I had was when I did the U turn I saw John Chuah was panting behind me. Oop, sorry uncle! I finally made it to the end in 1:28 or so. My worst timing ever! I did get my medal but the only thing that came to my mind was “I need 100 Plus and lots of it!!!”
Come to think of it, I am glad that I did not give up and quit. I guess to a certain extent, life is like running. Sometimes the route ain’t easy like you think it is. And some people run faster and some run slower. Everyone has their own pace. It doesn’t matter what time you finished the run. The important point is that you crossed the finish line, and you never give up, and that’s what matters most.
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