Just back from the Sheares Bridge Run aka Army Half-Marathon. Main impressions as follows:
- AHM necessarily means a male-to-female ratio of 8 to 2. Which blows. Ok, not really lah.
- My current post-rock fave 65daysofstatic came up on my nano around the 4km mark, which got me feeling all pumped up and heroic and near-sprinting. Luckily Sam Prekop came on after or I would’ve totally burnt out halfway.
- The various bands and acts they peppered the route with were generally quite entertaining, though I felt kinda bad for the ITE Jazz Band who were on the Sheares Bridge – people didn’t really need encouragement as yet so everybody just kinda ignored them. I quite enjoyed the last one at the turn into Republic Ave, just a couple of teenagers playing jazz guitar. Great treat, that one.
- However, the pre-pubescent cheerleaders outside the National Stadium were a little discomfiting, especially when you know all the horny NS boys are checking them out. They’re like Sec 2, man, c’mon.
- Something else that pissed me off was the gratuitous littering at all the water points. Is it so hard to chuck the little paper cup into a bin? A little more strategic placement of bins might’ve been useful but still irritating to see the trash strewn willy-nilly.
- End-point was chaotic as usual, and I stupidly spent 15 minutes queuing at the baggage deposit cos I thought it was the lucky draw coupon drop. Damn loser.
Still, it was a good run. Pussy time as usual – 12km in 1:17:57 – but respectable enough by my standards. Had a bit of a revelation though – I thoroughly enjoyed myself the ENTIRE time. Yeah, it’s just running on the street in the morning with strangers and my iPod, but I realise for I was mostly at peace with the world the entire duration.
I think I rather like running. Real Run up next!
update:
Ah fuck. Someone died.
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