7am: Eating a rather stale piece of coffee bread
8am: Stuck in jam in taxi
9am: Feeling a little faint and nauseous from the stale piece of bread
10am: Limping
It was quite an inspiring run. There was a guy on crutches who was doing the 8km. He had only one good leg.
[I must have been tired when I wrote that. I don't mean that he had a lot of cute kids. I meant there were a lot of cute kids at the run.]
My ITB in my good leg acted up. Sigh. 8km only.
(Photos later..)
8km? good job! that's like wow! for couch potatoes like me - where 2.4km is like an interminable distance... so take heart... ;-)
ReplyDeleteaiyah, should've gone. sounds interesting.
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