The 10km marathon. Say what?!!
Apparently my friend, Afif, went crazy and got himself committed into entering a marathon run early next August. Evidently, this meant frequent practice runs in the evenings. The craziness caught on and the next thing I knew, Raja and I were conned, I mean volunteering ourselves to join him for one of those evening runs.
Oh boy, were there many excuses. Not from us but from the “marathon runner” himself. Every lame excuse from “haze” to “I have no suitable running pants” were coughed up. But eventually, we made the impossible happen. We got our lazy bums to the track and ran a few good rounds. Ok, perhaps running is too big of a word. We struggled. Well, at least I did. I could have sworn death was waving at me. Then again, maybe that was Afif.
Anyway, here are some shots. And my bad, he really wasn’t kidding about the pants.
Side note: Raja ended up eating 3 times after the run. At this rate, exercising might actually result in obesity. This must be a first.
I noticed a mistake in your blog post, “Apparently my friend, Afif, went crazy and got himself committed into entering a marathon run early next August.” This should be edited as “Apparently my friend, awesome Afif, went crazier and got himself committed into entering a marathon run early next August.” More time was spent doing activities in picture 2 and 3.
Yeah, was thinking of writing it that way (except for the awesome part, of course) but did not want to be associated with a completely insane maniac (you). So I had to dial it down a notch.