All was dark, the sun wasn't up. Instead of the usual hustle and bustle of men and women in neatly pressed office wear, teenagers in the most fashionable clothings, the Marina Bay was brought to life even before first light by men and women cladded in blue singlets, running shorts and track shoes. Excitement was high as everyone were warming up for the race event of the year. It was clear to all that it will be tough, but everyone just seemed unborthered. The end is near, at least, that was what we believed.
The time came and the horn was sounded. Troops of blues steadily marched across the starting point in unison steps and rythm, as if so well coordinated before hand. Within the tall, towering skyscrapers were the tiny souls fighting hard to endure the what is said to be, the race of your life. I went on my very own journey, keeping a constant and comfortable pace. The cooling breeze and refreshing scent of morning dew just made everything so much easier.
The pace was good, but the legs werent. After keeping up the run for 20km, the pain sets in. It was something that i dreaded, and hoped not to happen so soon. It was an agonising strike of pain down my left knee joint spreading over to the left ankle. For a moment, i thought i might dislocate my left leg. I pushed on, but the pain pushed on even further. Every steps i took saw me squeezing shut my eyes and biting hard on my lips to overcome the pain. The final draw came when my right tigh muscle gave a twitch and i could literally see it bulging out. I knew it was the big cramp. The pain was unbearable, i had to stop. It was too early, i told myself. I had to push myself, i know my limit, and that was definitely not my limit. After some stretching and a short rest i decided to go for it again, but the moment my legs stretched out to push me forward, the cramp sets in again and i had to stop. I hated the feeling, it's like knowing that you will lose the battle when only half the battle was fought.
I took my steps one at time, feeling really disappointed that i will just had to walk. It was really kind of a waste as i had the energy to push on, but my legs were no longer under my command. The signboards that count down the distance came into view slowly. Covering every 1Km in steps took like forever, especially with the pain not only on the legs, but in your mind too, it was tough and demoralising.
However, there was one thing i knew for sure. For all who were walking with one hand clutching on to their legs, and all who were trying to limp their way through, had only one thing in mind. That is, with every little steps that we took, no matter big or small, we're getting nearer to the finishing point. And with that, in our heart we silently counted down to every kilometers that we covered. Though slow, but steady. We know there was no way anyone was gonna give up.
And so, as the distance got shorter, morale got higher. Though still unable to kick off my run, i was even more determined to complete the race. After what seemed like years, the signboard showing 42Km slowly loomed over the horizon. I knew it was time, it was time i give it the final push. I pushed my legs forward, the muscles squeeze tight, the pain was unbearable. I told myself i will not stop. The pressure sent a jolt of pain down my joint with every steps i took. The end is really near, i told myself. I've never felt so much pain in my life before, when i finally crossed the finishing line, i almost couldnt feel the existence of my legs.
And now, here i am, the proud owner of the finisher T-shirt, medal, and a pair of wobbly legs that have great difficulties walking and climbing stairs. =D
"Colourful" World, "Colourful" Life
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