Tuesday, August 07, 2007 , 4:46 PM

today the tiredth

Well I woke up this morning and headed to Turf City for my expected Cross Country Mass run, where I EXPECTED to be running ever so slowly. However, my house (TKK) was short of runners because the people who had signed up either didn't turn up or didn't know they had been signed up, so I was asked to run (or walk since they just want points for participation) for my house. This ghastly request was at first shot down by me since I am obviously no runner and I wasn't intending on just walking. However the events and tides turned when this happened.

Darren Showing Off his Masculinity

Well upon seeing the Vice President of the Health and Fitness Club take arms, I ... along with many others was laughing my head off. I was then approached once again and this time, willing to accompany Dwee, agreed. So before the race started, I noticed how really buff and fit all the other runners were; athletic and strong and what not. Naturally, a skinny person like me stood no fighting chance. Dwee however, was unconvinced and strongly believed that he could do very well, resulting in him running really fast from the start and not agreeing to just jog slowly behind (which was my original plan). Inspired by such greatness, or rather not willing to let a pansy beat me, I started off at a moderate speed, jogging the entire way without stopping and sprinting my best on the last 150-200m stretch. I ran the best that I could and came in 34th (out of ... 60+?). Though disappointed that I wasn't winning any award at all (cos my house didn't do well enough), I was rather pleased at my accomplishment, considering I started right at the back and had no training whatsoever. Now what happened to Dwee... Let's take a look in a 3rd person POV...

The race had begun and he was off, striding through the wind as if he had practiced it everyday. He was still ahead of a large number of people, and could actually come in within the top 20. "We can never win", he remembered Michael saying, and pushed himself on further. But his body was not accustomed to such intense exertion, and within 400m Darren found himself slowing down, walking, stopping, struggling to catch his breath. Meanwhile the rest ran past him, and Michael gave him an encouraging pat on the back as he dashed past.

Nevertheless, I am proud that Dwee agreed to run and had the perseverance to finish the race. So, Congratulations Dwee!

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