Marathon

I completed my first marathon,
In 5 hours.
Not bad for one who didnt really train for it at all.
SW was saying we should train harder for next year's one.
Me and Jase juz shot him looks that said:
We should just train for it,
Not harder.
Now my body's aching,
My legs' seizing up every few mins,
My head's heavy,
I'll feel thirsty every half an hour,
And abrasions in areas which i shant mention.
Lucky i had nipple tapes on.
Of coz i found out a few little known facts from this marathon,
And during the course of it.
1) Do not look down on the average aunties who carries a shopping bag,
For i was overtaken by so many aunties (and uncles) en-route to the finishing line,
That i lost count.
I still remembered when the first female ran past me,
I gritted my teeth and overtook her,
But it was a very futile effort,
For she simply blew me away in the next 1 km.
2)I have never had such delight and happiness,
By juz catching sights of bananas.
After eating one,
Me and Jase held the other in our hands so tightly,
For fear of losing it,
Over the next couple of Kilometers.
Nevermind that the bananas werent ripe.
Nevermind that it's bitter and sour.
Nevermind that it refuse to be peeled.
I almost wanted to eat it skin and all.
3)Two kilometres never seemed so far away,
For I'm only motivated by the drinks stations every 2 km,
Where i can stop and walk a bit,
And gobble up my water.
But i needed to run fucking long and hard to complete just 2 km.
And that's how i finished my marathon.
2 km at a time.
4)I didnt realise how fast the kenyan runers were,
As they passed me on their return leg,
Till i took another 2 hours to get to the same location where i last saw them,
Which made me empathize with this guy,
Who was carrying a huge float and walking 42km for charity or something,
For i saw him at the 20+ km mark,
While i was halfway thru my 30+ km.
5)All sorts of thoughts went through my mind throughout the 42km.
The bananas, powergels, water, glucose and cute girls kept my body going.
Thoughts of people dear and close kept my mind going.
I felt like giving up every step of the way during the 20+ km mark,
For I cant feel my legs,
And they felt so so heavy.
I felt like crossing a divide of bushes that seperated the return leg from the one that I'm on.
But integrity kept me on the stipulated route.
6)A marathon is fucking shiong.
It reminded me of the toughest periods of my NS life,
Where my body was tested to the limits,
And my mind was in a constant struggle whether to juz give up and seek that much needed rest,
At the expense of pride and integrity.
This said,
It was a challenge I'll take up again next year.
And the year after.
And the year after.
I will try to keep less aunties from over-taking me the next time.
I will try to better my timing.
I will try to have more fun along the way.
And of coz.
I will train for it,
Hopefully,
But knowing me,
I'll juz reason:
Why train when you juz ran a marathon without training?
Well....
That's the befuddling nature of my mind.
And last of all,
Thanx Jase,
For keeping me sane throughout the 42km.