This report comes almost a week after the Singapore 2XU Compression Run last Sunday, as I have been
super lazy since recovering very slowly from my second full marathon.
Ps: Sizes of photos in this post vary because they’re stupid and I don’t know how to fix them.
That’s right. I’m not only a marathoner (my first was during SCKLM 2013), I’m like… two times marathoner now. Even if my first marathon was a fluke, which it was not, the race on Sunday cements me as a legit marathoner. Totally. Legit. Marathoner.
I particularly enjoyed this race as it was held in a foreign country, and I could play tourist without looking too ignorant. I have only been to Singapore once before this present trip but I was only a child, so I don’t think it counts for much. Hence, I decided to follow Reuben and stay in the city until Wednesday in hopes of seeing as much of Singapore as possible – which I failed miserably, but I’ll leave my thwarted adventures out. For now.
Following our meeting at Changi airport on Saturday morning, Reuben and I took the MRT to Changi City Point to collect our race packs. The running vest was not quite what I expected. I mean, I don’t know what I expected in the first place, but it definitely was not this:
I would not have minded looking like a bumble bee during the race, but I was genuinely concerned about chafing in unfamiliar new clothes which have not been broken into. And since I had worn the same Newton running vest for my last two races, it’s only right if I make it a tradition – until it tears, or becomes manky, or something.
We were starving after collection, but I suggested we check into our dormitory before heading out for food, to which Reuben obliged. Gladly, we met up with Reuben’s Singaporean friend Patrick, who took us out for Mexican food (MEXICAN FOOD IS AWESOME I HAVE BEEN CRAVING MEXICAN FOOD FOR SO LONG ASDFASDF!).
Patrick was running the race too, so the three of us carbo loaded like there was no tomorrow. We ordered
Awesome chicken wings.
And awesome burritos.
As I had not slept at all the previous night, I was completely destroyed by the end of our meal. I went to bed at 7pm, praying to God I would have adequate sleep by the time I awoke at 1am.
Thankfully, I was wide awake at 1am. But it was probably due to excitement more than anything else.
Unlike my other races where I avoid having anything to eat before I run, I consumed half a ham and cheese sandwich, as well as a mini banana pie. Reuben had also influenced me to carry GU Chomps energy chews on my run, which I did – unlike my first marathon, where I went empty handed and ran solely on plain water provided at the water stations.
I daresay I started off well, and was confident I could run a Sub-5 this time around. My confidence stayed with me despite my knee hurting at 8K. I told myself to run through the pain, as it was the only factor holding me back from a great run – my stamina was abundant, energy adequate, and motivation aplenty.
Then I tripped and fell at 15K.
The fall did not bother me at first, and I continued running for another 3K or so. However, my left knee was really hurting so I stopped at the water station to hydrate with some Pocari Sweat. But when I stopped, I really stopped. I simply could not run anymore. No matter how hard I tried, how hard I pushed myself to jog, my knee refused to bend – it had given up on me (damn you, left knee!). So a very dejected Lisa J. Ariffin hobbled the rest of the way. All 24K of the way.
If you did not know already, walking is way more harder than running. Walking drains you physically but more so, mentally. I hated knowing I had more than enough stamina to complete 42K, just not the physical capacity to. Honestly, I thought of pulling out of the race so many times, I had lost count of how many! The only thing that kept me going was… thoughts of a particular someone, the fact that I flew all the way to Singapore to run, and the shame. Oh, the shame if I pull out!
As luck would have it, guess who found me along the way?
Mr Mohan Marathon(!), who was running his 221st marathon. INSANE! Coincidently, Mohan found me at the SCKLM and had helped me complete the race despite an injured foot. Seriously. I should be training so much more, considering the injuries I obtain on long runs. Nicholas joined us soon and the three of us had a wonderful time reaching the 2XU finish line together. Frankly, I would not have changed it for anything in the world 🙂
Anyway, here are some photos I found of me during the race:
Pretending to run.
The box was so comfortable, I could’ve sat in the box all day.
Medal is très pretty, oui?
So what did I reward myself with after completing 42K?
FOOD, OF COURSE! Lots and lots of food!
Reuben and I were too tired to go anywhere further than we had to, so we popped by a local Burger King and had beef (or so they lead us to believe) burgers as our recovery meal.
And ice-cream! You cannot go wrong with cookie dough ice-cream.
I spent the rest of the afternoon asleep in bed before Reuben woke me up for dinner. We took the MRT to Plaza Singapura and he treated me to some famous takoyaki balls for appetizer.
We visited the food court for dinner, and I ordered a plate of duck noodles with some beans because I really could not decide on what to eat.
And most importantly, we had dessert. Of course we had dessert. Dessert is the most crucial part of each meal.
Gelato ice-cream! One can never have enough ice-cream!
And fried Mars bars. WITH MORE ICE-CREAM!
I have been a right lazy bastard since Sunday and have not been running or working out. However, I intend to put in at least 25K this weekend as my next marathon is on the 16th of March (the following Sunday). I’ve also bought a patella strap for my knee. I’ll try it out during my LSD on Sunday, hopefully it helps with the pain. I look forward to running regularly again, though I’m definitely going to miss all the lovely, unhealthy foods!
However, my body is going to thank me. And that’s all that matters, really.