Talking about a second chance.

So you know how I posted on Saturday that I was going for a 24km run? Well, it turns out that running in the morning is a completely different mountain to climb. There's the heat, the fact that I'm basically running on little food and water having just woken up, and there was also the thing about me doing too much static exercises the night before.

My intention was to run the whole 24km, but in the end, I just stopped at the 20km mark and walked the rest of the way. I was quite peeved at first, but I grew to accept it, and even began to enjoy my walk.

There's this deserted path I walk through, and there I just sang. Rebecca Black's Friday has been stuck in my head, so I was singing what I imagine to be an acoustic version of it. I sang Justin Bieber too. They're not my most favourite songs in the world, but the lyrics are easy enough to remember. I was singing out loud. Once, a man cycled past me and gave me a look. I stopped singing for a while, but I couldn't control myself. I continued singing, but looked behind me once in a while to see whether anyone was coming.

So my initial attempt at 24km was not a total success. It's not something you beat yourself up over. Not many people run on Saturday mornings, and not many people run crazy distances.

It's a bit like life, in that when you go upon an undertaking, you don't always succeed. But you can take some pride in the fact that you tried doing something not many people dare to do so. I could move on, or try again. I decided to try again.

Yesterday, work ended late, so I only reached home about 7. I wolfed down my dinner, and then willed my body to digest the food as quickly as possible, so that I can leave for my run at 830. 1 and half hours is a really quick time, and when I finally began my jog, I had a bit of stitches, but it's alright.

So yeah, there I was, on a 24km run on a Tuesday evening at East Coast Park. I took it easier with the first 12km, then pushed myself running back. I upped my speed for 4 minutes, then jogged for 6, and did that cycle all the way home.

My body's still aching from the run up 'til now. I like it. Running's about putting your body to the test. Pushing it to it's limit, and all. I can't believe that such a small frame can cover such an enormous distance. I'm only 1.66m, yet I can cover 24km. There's something special about that, I think.