Nisa did not find it easy to collect our race packs Friday but when she went again Saturday (some mess-up with the email confirmations so she had to go again for her sisters') it was a 15min breeze. Nisa even got her tee-shirt changed because it was the wrong size so she's quite pleased.
I remember the night before our first race. She was pottering around the house, with Jamie in tow, whilst I was in our room, quietly pinning on my bib, laying out my singlet and shorts. As we were about to sleep, she noticed I was all ready and she was not!! And we had a laugh because this is so typical of me..to be all prepared ahead of time to the point of obsession. Her bib got on in 3min that very morning, straight too.
We did the 11km Orange Run together and when we met at the finish, we could not stop smiling. The experience was just an experience!
Last week before I came back to Spore from KL, I told her I had decided on my outfit for the SCKLM - all one week in advance - and that I only needed to pin on the bib once collected. The Orange Run preparation thingy came to her mind and she smiled her pretty smile (the one that a wife reserves just for her husband).
Yang, are you smiling today at the end of the SCKLM?
Sigh.... what a fiasco. At the beginning of the race, I thought I was running the best race of my life. The speed I was going at was my personal best. I kept up the pace and whenever there were down slopes, boy did I fly like the wind...nevermind my problematic knees. But in the midst of the exultation (sp??) and my quest to complete the 5k within the allocated 30 minutes, I got lost. Imagine that??!! How embarrassing. I got lost amongst the throng of runners - the marathoners, the half-marathoners, the 10k-thoners... I simply could not believe it! I blamed it all on the lack of marshalls who were supposed to direct the runners in their right direction. I mean, after all, there were 5 different categories of runners with 5 different routes to run and of course some parts of the routes were common to these categories. In my confusion I spotted some bewildered looking 5k runners who were in the same unfortunate position as me and when I asked them which route to go, they merely shrugged their shoulders as a sign of defeat. Refusing to give up, I kept on running in search of the 5k team, and finally I found them near Bank Negara. I was disappointed but told myself to cross the finish line in any case, and so I did. I think my time was about 35 - 37 minutes, but what's the use coz I did not run the proper route. Anyways, I told my sis, Farah, and nephew, Bazil, who WALKED (not ran) the 5k and by the way did NOT get lost, that I disqualified myself. Sob. I swear to do better at the King of the Road race in Shah Alam in August. And this time, I'm gonna scout the route first just like what Tony and I did before the Orange Run. One must be prepared....
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