Last Saturday, it was a crazy day for me whereby I've done few things at once and I thought I might fail but I still managed... I've seen and heard peoples talking about getting hangover in a day and get working few hours after. Guess I had my first time too in getting hangover and run a 10km marathon in the next few hours.
It was stupid and there's nothing good to be proud of, I just felt how idiotic I am for not taking good care of my body and spamming the booze into my body.. I had that particular need for the booze but I shouldn't have submit it into my body to let them feel the pain. After the few hours of sleeping, I woke up at the urge to continue my uncomfortable vomiting and thinking of whether I can make it to continue my run.
And.... I suffered for the choice I made. Well, that was pretty "great" but it was good enough to assure me to never did the same thing again. I've endure the pain in my stomach and successful made the 10km run. Although the whole Nike Run wasn't well-organised where a lot of problem happened, but I guess I still had a good run.
I see the importance of motivation in keeping us running in life.. Equivalently same in this marathon, I was motivated by the other runners to continue my jog even though I had difficulties as my stomach felt very unwell after the hangover but you see, a person fully-motivated is like being hypnotised. They could ignore everything and adrenaline rush to the goals. I had those motivation and it was wonderful...
As pervert as it sounds, yes, I was chasing pretty girls as soon as they pass by me and it was really motivating to keep me running. Moments of giving up just straight away disperse away from my mind but at the same time, I needed songs to be played to keep me continuing as well too.
Achieved the end line at the mark of 1 hour 26 minutes (although me and my runner-buddies knew) we were much earlier than that for if there weren't problems occurred as soon as we started the run. We were suppose to be 10 minutes earlier but I don't think racing the time is my main priority. I've completed the whole race and I knew it well, I was pretty sick and I still made it. It was the achievement only I'm concerned of and only I care.
At least until the end, I didn't fall apart and shattered at the roadside and giving up the whole event. I've stronger passion for my goals than what I think I had it in me.. At least I indirectly proved to those cover-judges that they were wrong.
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