Can't exactly recall when I fell in love with running.

In fact, I used to... HATE it!
I would try means and ways to glide pass my P.E. teachers.
Threw in 'STOMACH CRAMPS' every fortnight.
Asked my parents to write excuse letters once a year when it was time for the school's annual cross country.
Joined the school's track and field team for a short while, for CCA points.
Loved to sprint and hated anything more than 2.4k
Signed up for Sheares Bridge Run but chickened out. (Loser eh?)
Just wasn't cut out for long distance runs.

Joining the workforce triggered the urge to run.
The routine sparked off as a form of destressing.
Once a week...with a couple of old friends.
Then it stopped due to our busy schedules.

Then I found a group of colleagues who wanted to start a running routine.
We progressed from once a week to twice.
Then it got kind of addictive.
Even if my colleagues could not make it, I would drag James out with his running shoes.

I enjoy running at the stadium,
Because of the preditability and I can push myself on and on, one round after another.
Have never been keen on running along the roads because of the air pollution and the countless traffic lights.

Soon I realised 5k was kind of stagnant...
Thus, I started to push myself on.
3 times a week, endurance training. (Looking forward to Pilates class...)
Now 6k in the stadium seems like a drag,
Cos going in circles is going dizzy...

Did a close to 10k with Muthu-Din & Peng Siong once.
My knees went really weeeeaak... after that.
Though I was persuaded umpteen times that I could easily complete 10k,
I still could not break the barrier to my confidence level.

The MILK run was a disaster...
It was way too clustered and I have always hated crowds.
And I told myself 'thou shalt not join another race'.

Hmmmmm.....
Shall I take and swallow back what I just said?

I shall not elaborate what I have been doing (The M2 is laughing out loud again) other than increasing my mileage.
All thanks to the Guru who brought out the monster in me.
Look What You've Done To Me...
A good trainer....
And like I have said...
It is not manjans who are difficult to please....it is just that mamas make better persuaders.

Waking up at 7am has never been a problem for me as long as it is to run at MacRitchie.
In fact I am the most enthusiastic one to do so.
And I love to run at 7am, when the air is fresh and the sun is just coming out.

Last Saturday was one of the rare occasions I ran alone.
A few colleagues 'abandoned' me for other plans or health reasons...
It was really difficult to get myself out of bed, the fact that I'll be running alone...
All By Myself...

A 7am run delayed to a 8am run.
I managed to complete my 10k,
Then enoying the cool breeze,
Sipping 100 plus while watching the pedallers...
And now...
I feel more confident about the upcoming races.
It was really an accomplishment doing it alone. (Now i'm worried about racing against 9,000 folks in the upcoming one).

Crowd is still a barrier I need to cross.
I need to overcome the psychological part...