Today is the day that I waited so long for. The standard chartered marathon 42.195km. The atmosphere was great and it's so crowded that I have to squeezed through people every now and then. Anyway, I witnessed how fast the africans are. When I was at my 12km mark, they were running back from east coast at around the 29 km mark alr. Mad generation of people. The first half of the marathon was pretty smooth. Ran at a comfortable timing of 1hr 30mins for 21km. However, I experienced minor cramps at the 25km mark and started to hobble a little. At the 32 km, the muscle cramps were so bad that I almost cried while limping. The pain was as though some flesh eating bacteria is consuming bits and bits of my flesh every seconds. Running a marathon is really about persevering because it is an emtional battle. Although I hobbled the last 10km of my race, I didn't give up because I know that God has never forsaken me. I ran this race 1 hr shy of my expected target but I'm still proud of myself for completing this race despite suffering excruciating pain. Once bitten twice shy, I've learnt from my lessons from this marathon. Although it may seem just like a run to many, I have learnt much more things that were unknown to me previously. Wait and see, sundown I'm coming.