Our Date

3 months ago, I took part in my first 15 km run
It was the furthest run I have ever attempted

I grew up with siblings who at some point in their lives, did marathons, carried dumb bells and played sports for the school
When everyone was hooked on clocking distance and building muscles
I was that uninterested sibling who couldn’t be bothered about their inane, insane obsession

Perhaps because I was that small big sister who needn’t worry about losing weight
Exercise was never a big part of my life, jogging was never my forte and remains a constant struggle

I jog occasionally but seldom go beyond a half hour jog and I couldn’t imagine surviving more than 5 km
To sign up for any public running event, be it 5 or 10 km is bravery

The 15 km I did with the Singapore Cancer Society was a breakthrough

After that run, my knee went wonky
I self diagnosed that I could be having this due to poor warm up and cool down
I rested for 1 month and less than a month later, I took part in my first ever half marathon run with the Army

It was a reckless move
I didn’t train and I hadn’t fully recovered from my bad knee
But miraculously I finished the race without collapsing

It was painful and my legs almost went into spasm during the last 2 km
And I can’t imagine how anyone can do double that distance for a full marathon

The truth is, I wouldn’t have completed these 2 race without my husband

He was the one who signed me up as I wasn’t suicidal enough to make such commitment
I couldn’t fathoam the faith he had in me, his belief that I could do it

He ran with me all the way, most of the time trailing a few steps behind, following my pace
He warned me when signs of over exertion and energy depletion show
telling me the what-tos and what-not-tos during the race
He was my nerve soother and moral booster
and it was this mental support that saw me cross the finished line

On race day, my mum came over to babysit the kids
We sneaked out the house during the predawn hours like 2 teenagers going on a secret date

I love the dewey smell at this hour
l love driving with the window down with the wind on my face
I love the stillness on the highway
the unusual quietness of the road that lies under the misty fog

It brought back memories from a long time ago when we were so very young and so madly in love and wouldn’t part till the wee hours

And as crazy as it may sound, I am really looking forward to our next race, our next date, the Adidas King of The Road

It is happening this Sunday, in less than a week’s time
16.8 km
My knee is still not feeling 100 %
The furthest I had clocked since the half marathon was 10 km
I know it will probably be another painful run
but what the heck
I love what I am feeling now

Excitement, fear, anticipation all rolled in one
It keeps my heart pumping
It makes me feel alive (and in love)

So wish me luck !

 

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9 comments

    • malmal says:

      hey Jas thanks ! Cycling is a good start and I think it will be fun even if the boys decide to join in … if not, u get good couple time with your husband and a ‘healthy’ reason to get someone to do the babysitting 🙂

  1. Susan says:

    All the best! I love morning or late night jogs when the world is quiet around me. Good for reflecting too. Me and hubby are going for our vertical marathon next month. Wish us luck too.

    • Rachel says:

      Hey Susan, good luck to u and your hubby for your vertical marathon ! I can’t imagine climbing that many stairs ! My brother did last year…but the team relay kind…so not so shack 🙂

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