i have always thought that only people in strait-jackets
would punish themselves with the agony
of enduring 42km
running...
and it would really take a person with a screw loose
to actually pay a fortune to break their legs, knees and ankles
to cover that 42km
running...
not forgetting the irrational start at 6am (what was i doing then?),
you had to get up at 4am to poo, pee and whatever,
so that you can jostle with 5999 others at the starting line
to cover that 42km
running...
by the time you near the U-turn point,
everyone is all dripping, dazed and thinking,
"man, i ONLY have 16km more! yippy!"
i stand by the path in my blades, holding bananas
an SOS singlet and wonder,
"man, why you do this to yourself?
to cover that 42km
running..."
perhaps it was the aroma of the pain induced sweat
perhaps it was the agony that bound the thousands
perhaps it was the fact that i needed to go home and get more sleep
a sudden surge of admiration hit me
you crazy guys and gals are really something
to cover that 42km
running...
have a good rest
and rave about your accomplishment
you deserve that respect
me?
i continue my quest
to cover 42km
blading...
Sunday, December 04, 2005
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3 comments:
merry christmas mrs geh!
my gosh. MY GOSH. are you talking about the standard chartered marathon? my brother was one of the 5999 people~ :)) i distinctly remember him talking about banana people on the roadside. oh well.
btw. you don't know me, but i know youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu - ivy from 2e3`o5.
congrats to your bro!
thanks for dropping by ivy :)
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