RAC

Just run, no sweat.
To conquer, to overcome and not to yield because only the finest make it through.
The extra effort differentiate a winner from second place.

These quotes stick with me as I run the race. And half or literally almost all the time I was trying to mindfuck myself with the distance left to run.
The excitement, the adrenalin rush inside as you stand around the starting line, waiting for the emcee to tell you it's 10s more to the start of the run.
You wasn't sure whether you would survive running, or whether you would come close to your target timing. It's just a matter of seconds before the race starts, and focus is all that is on your mind.
The horn went off, and people started rushing past the starting line.
It's suddenly a race of who can squeeze through the tiny gap between runners and getting to the front.

The first kilometer was easy, I mean I just started the race, I'm still fresh with energy. Come on, I can do it.
But one mistake was to start a little too fast ahead of my normal speed. And like all things, I eventually can't maintain at that speed.
Half the time, it was about enjoying the run, observing the way people run and their expression. And it wasn't about just running, but the fact that people are taking time out to exercise.
It was a 5km run up before a turn about and we run back another 5km.
On the other side, I see the disabled cyclists, and the runners beside them cheering them on.

A guy with a red shirt ran past me, and his shirt says 'feel like heaven after running like hell'. Total motivation to chase after him. And the excuse to ask where he get the shirt from.
Another guy on the opposite side was dragging a car tire as he runs, ultimate salute for him. You can hear the sound of the car tire being dragged on the ground as he runs.
You see people running, jogging and walking.

It's almost like a life route.
At the start, things look easy and you're sure that you can do it.
The start is good, a nice comfortable pace or maybe a little too fast but it's still good.
As it continue, you realize that it starts to get a little tiring and stopping is just so tempting.
You look forward to the halfway mark where you can turn around and now head towards the finishing line. It's like a mental state where you either focus on running, or you let your mind wander and distract.
The distance gets longer, the pain starts kicking in. You see people overtaking you and you try to match their pace.
Finally you reach the last kilometer and you increase your pace, yet trying to match it to a comfortable pace so you can last.
One thing you still hate about the last kilometer is that the route seemed longer, you can't see the finishing line and just when you turn the corner and hope the line is there, no, it's a lot further away.
But after you cross the line, it's the sense of achievement that you have completed the race. You challenged yourself and you achieved it.

Yea, that's what happened when you run.
And after that it's enjoyment of the milo van ^^
The word is just 'OMG'. I haven't seen that milo van in at least 4 years since my last race in Secondary 4. Fond memories. And the thing on my mind then is just spam drinking milo. I'm never going to see much of this milo van again.

So let's start from the beginning. My first race pack collection.
And the thought of purchasing the RAC bears. Yet I'm always in a rush from places to places.
Headed down to Velocity to collect my race pack the day before my exams. Good job. After collecting it, it's a straight journey home to study.
And mummy was more amused at my number tag than me because it had her name on it.
Hahah!
So that was day one.

Some pictures taken before and after the race.
And my first medal this year!
Though I couldn't take pictures of the cheer-leading quad like in front, but hey, back view is awesome too!
Barely slept the night before and was up like twice that night chatting with Box. Thank goodness for him sleeping late else I won't have anyone to talk to in the middle of the night.
Ended up getting up at 4.30am and just like going to survive on less than 5hours of sleep for the whole day.

After the race, it was another rushing day for me to head down to Chinatown for some work.
And Box finding me after that. Ultimate happyness.
Who knew that working two days there, and I know well quite a number of people there already. From the 7-eleven aunty to the kfc staffs and even some other staffs there and the security guards as well! They even can joked with me that they wanted to help me take the whole carton of tissues away for me so I can go back earlier. But unfortunately I still have to be there for three hours.

After that it's earning the first meal of the day with Box.
Literally surviving almost 9hours without much proper food is starving and dying.
Lunch at Genki Sushi, our first time there and we both got super amused by how they delivered the food to you.
The dishes you ordered is sent to you on a moving train. It reduce the staff need to carry and serve you every dish and you get all the dishes at one shot. How cool is that.
And I got my well-awaited Starbucks drink. Tried their new drink of dark mocha white chocolate pudding frap. Honestly, I didn't quite enjoy it. I prefer back my original drink of dark mocha, skinny and without whip cream.
We were joking how the white chocolate pudding looks like tofu!
But that's my guilty treat of the day and starting today (Monday) I am going on a no-dessert diet.
Do wonder when I would start having withdrawal symptoms or like binge eat dessert.

First day of term, and the lecturer didn't turn up. Good job! Wasted two hours of my time to travel there and wait for a non-existence lecturer.
Tomorrow, work and study. Back to being busy busy busy. Sigh T.T