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Thursday, April 16, 2009, 5:31 AM
2.4 today!

8 minutes. That was my first round's timing. I needed to hit 14 minutes in order to pass it. Droplets formed all over my naked hands. My calf was screaming for me to stop running. With only 6 more minutes to go, my energy almost depleted altogether, was it possible? Even though it might not be possible, but at least I must try my best. I had enough. Enough of all the 20 minutes I had been getting over the last few years of my secondary life.

" Push, push yourself, " a good friend shouted in the distance. Of course I wanted to, but with my body unaccustomed to tiredness, I felt an extremely strong desire to stop. But I knew, once I stopped, it would take me ages to start running again. No, stopping was not a decision.

After what seemed like eternity, I only found myself beside the lake, still a good 600 metre away from the end point. I felt like just tumbling down. I could not even hold my head upright and I ran like a half paralysed boy. The loud sound of the water rushing through did not help. My throats were rough with dryness and I yearned to jump into the lake and take in a huge gulp of water. Looking into its murky depths, I reconsidered my choice and decided to keep on running.

Looking back, only one guy was behind me. I knew I could not stop now. If I stopped now I would be the last guy. That would be embarassing. Drawing up every last bit of energy, I decided to push myself until the 300 metre mark. Every step I took held in it the energy of the food I took this morning and afternoon.

When I reached the 300 metre mark, I could not push myself any further. I had to stop. Turning back, I realised he had kept pace behind me all this time. That single strong will to not let him overtake me took over my body and it moved on its own accord. I did not have energy to think anymore. All I knew was: I needed to be faster than him, and I would do anything to achieve it.

Hearing the familiar screams of my friends, I seemed to relax slightly. Until I realised they were cheering for the person behind me, urging him to overtake me. Sensing somehow that he was right behind me, I put in the last burst, to finally emerge one second faster than him. At least, I was not the last.