Let me just start this post by saying how inaccurately the distance markers are placed.
I ran my first 1km at 4:21, my second 1km at 4:55, and I clocked my fourth 1km at 3:20+.
I was feeling inadequately prepared for this race, having just recovered from a 38.5 degree fever the day before. I didn’t wanna miss this chance to run a well-marketed race by Nike so I decided to just go ahead and try my best.
I was having the runs (literally) and I vomited a little even while brushing my teeth in the morning. It was the kind of race that I felt only 60% of my body was ready.
Weeks before, I told myself to aim for a 46-minute finish for this race.
This morning, looking at my condition, I would be extremely satisfied if I could even come in under 50 minutes.
Ryan decided to run this race with me. For some reason, he thought “something” would happen to me and didn’t want to risk it. To be frank, a lot of friends I met this morning did remark that I looked pale.
So anyway, Ryan could have gone for a 37-38 minute 10km finish on his own, but he decided to run together with me and he was encouraging me all the way. I hit the the 5km marker and felt that these should be enough for today, but he kept urging me not to stop. Dan overtook me from the back and also told me not to give up.
I slowed down my pace but was still running slightly faster than 5min/km, was too tired to track my progress and I completely gave up clocking my laps on my watch. I just wanted to finish the race as soon as possible.
The last 2km was a climb up the bridge towards Marina Bay Sands. It was probably the worst part of the entire race. My legs were turning jelly, and my forehead was feeling warm. I lifted up my legs with each stride and Ryan was in front, cheering me on and telling me that we are almost there.
Both of us finished the last 200m with very strong strides. The clock read 48 something.