Today, was one grand Sunday for approximately 40,000 active runners.
Coming from all over the world to our humble little island.
Just by the side of One Fullerton. Sea of participants in their attire.
Crowding by the Start line, waiting for the gun shot, gathering all their might they have to complete the race.
Sweating ah, dehydrating ah, beating sun ah.
Mass of blue Adidas set out for some long march before the sun was even awake.
In an hour and ten minutes, we completed our race with grace, leaving many breathless faces eating our dust.
Still we were dissatisfied with our timing, but nonetheless it was our first long distance competitive run.
Dreaded by our lethargic feet, we lounged at Starbucks, reading newspaper sipping away Mocchiato.
Until Ms Hya arrives and we left for lunch at de Pasta Waraku.
Sumptous lunch were served and we ate our fill, the portion was fine, the food suits my taste.
Shopping afterwards.
Which ended up fairly much fruitless.
There are too many things that we want, too little we need and none we could afford.
Said goodbye to Ms Hya for taking her time to shop with us, but did not get anything, too.
Painful legs then carried us back to our cozy home.
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