During the last week of school in June, I decided on a whim to sign up for a half-marathon. I was gently encouraged to sign up from a few colleagues of mine before hand, who were planning on the running the race in Cambodia during Thanksgiving weekend. I fully blame it on the end of the year craziness I was going through, which meant I wasn’t thinking very logically or clearly. After signing up online, and realizing what this meant, I started to feel the anxiety. In the following few months, there were multiple times where I convinced myself that I could always back out and not run in the race. I mean I would loose the money, but it’s ok, save the humiliation and trouble.
Fast forward many months, I’m down to less than a week until the half-marathon. It’s been quite the journey, training, and pushing myself to run more than I’ve ever run. Also, training in Singapore has proven to have it’s own set of challenges, like finding a good time, which usually is early morning or late at night to run outside in the tropical climate. I’m not really sure how I’ve made it up to this point, since running is still not something I really enjoy doing.
This past Sunday morning, I had my last long run. We ran 19.3 km (12 miles) at East Coast Park. When we got there, it was still dark at 6am. The first few kilometers are always difficult for me. This time, as I started running, I wondered why I was doing this to myself. Around 6km, I had my chocolate gu (energy gel) and things seemed to get better. As I slowly reached the halfway point, I felt a glimmer of hope that I could make it. I started to mentally count down the number of kilometers left, and I started to think about the end and what delicious foods I would eat afterwards…
Then, I was at about 16 kilometers, and I just felt like I couldn’t run anymore. My knee was bothering me, the hot Singapore sun was finally up, and I didn’t know how I could possibly run anymore. I kept drinking water and the second Gu I ate didn’t seem to help at all. I knew my friend I was running with was probably almost done and I had to finish. So I started to make smaller goals for myself. Run to at least to one more song, then walk, then run again until the end. I honestly wanted to cry or stop, but I knew the end was so close. That last two kilometers took all of my mental will power to keep going. As I started seeing the palm trees that lined the path towards the car park where we started, I kept running. I finally managed to finish my longest run ever, and felt ready for the half-marathon. So please keep me in your prayers as I run this coming Sunday morning in Cambodia!
Here are some photos from my early morning runs at East Coast Park. It’s definitely my favorite place to run in Singapore.
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Marathon runners always amaze me. What dedication it takes. Good luck on Sunday–you seem to be ready!
Thanks Deb! I hope I’m ready too! 🙂
master jeefu~~I believe in you!!!! =) You can do it!!!!
Ahhh thanks!!!!
Those little goals add up into making it! You can do it!
You go girl! I will keep you in my thoughts, although I know you will sail through this challenge. Just think of how proud you will be when it is over. You are inspiring, but not enough to make me join up. 🙂
I will be thinking of you Jee Young. What an accomplishment. A few years ago I ran at Bloomsday, a big run in the Pacific Northwest (a 12K). It was really good for me to get out there and push myself to work toward something that was not directly related to my career. Enjoy Sunday!