Finally the long awaited june holidays is nearing. I really can't wait for it to start. Lessons have been such a tremendous torture when I had to attend lessons without knowing what is going on because i have missed so much lectures and tutorials during the individual sports' seasons. I have this temptation to just skip lessons and do my own self study. Frankly i think that works better for me, but I couldn't go against my conscience to pon classes.
Sports day was a blast. Totally unbelievable. The day started out badly though. One race changed it all. Let's skip all the other unfortunate events in the morning. At the start of sports day, I was notified that three out of four runners couldn't run for the inter-cca race. Darn, and they didn't inform me until i approached them. 'Darn', I thought. Subsequently, I spent the next two hours trying to find people to run for softball. Everything seems so bleak, I really thought we couldn't run anymore. I wanted to just give up at that time. Yet everytime i do, my legs sent my brain a message that to tell it that they want to run. I seek the thrill and the challenge that many hate. There was a point when softball was already substituted by chinese dance. I told Jia Hui to give me more time, and in the end, at the very last minute Softball managed to send in a team in consisting of mervyn, Wei Liang, Jeremy and myself.
The race started and I was already quite exhausted from all the commotions i had to go through before that. It was the worst preparation i have ever made for a race next to the 800m race last year. I had a sore throat and a blocked nose. We came so far to run, I really wanted to get something out of it. Jeremy was first runner, followed by Mervyn and Wei Liang. I am glad they really tried hard. I could see it in them, especially in the last two hundred metres. However the other teams are just physically fitter so when Wei Liang passed me the baton, we were in 6th place. At that time, I didn't even bother taking note of which position we are at already. I took the baton and just ran. Everybody seemed so far in front of me. After my first hundred metres, I could feel my hands turning cold and getting numb. I was scared. Yet I knew i must not give up, after going through so much troubles...
The next part was the greatest. For the next three hundred metres, I didn't feel anything at all. There was nothing going on in my mind. Nothing like the usual "harder, faster, harder" I always murmur to myself during a race. In my vision, there was only the person in front of me and my legs knew what they had to do intuitively- to overtake everyone i see. I just ran and ran, the feeling was great. During the last hundred metres, I manage to spot just another runner in front of me. I didn't think it was impossible, I knew there was a chance. I just whacked, the feeling was great. No pain, just the wind going against me. It was so tight but I did it. That was my greatest race ever. I felt great during the race and after the race, there was no regrets at all.
I was trying to catch my breath when Jeremy told me we got second. I couldn't believe it. I didn't even know our position during the race. I only know i had to overtake as many as i could. Phew, it felt great.
I don't know how to describe that feeling i experienced, however there is no doubt I want to experience it again.
~yoz~bert~yoz~
1:33 AM
