In Anticipation

Two hours of queueing.

Lianglin is right. Marathons are no longer what they used to be. They've lost their significance, their uniqueness, their aura of invincibility. Now any Tom, Dick and Harry (in our context it'd be Ahmad, Ah Beng and Muthusamy), can stroll the forty-two point one nine five kilometre distance in something like twelve hours and proudly don the Finisher T-shirt.

Oh well.

Why do I run? Because walking's too slow.

Either way, I am thoroughly unprepared. The only thing I'm prepared for is the fact that what happened during Sundown may be repeated all over again. And that's really not good. I'm counting on the veterans and maybe the pacers to lead the way.

Anyway this week was packed. Things to do. People to catch up with. Cool places to go to. And I'm looking forward to the coming week. Really I am. =)

Now that the chance has presented itself, I'm not sure if I should even seize it. The situation has changed. You know, they say that honesty is the best policy at all times, but sometimes, even the best policies have their shortcomings. Just ask the PAP.