Today was Annual Cross-Country meet. Woot. Was my first and last one. Haha. I had missed the previous runs as a result of random LEGITIMATE reasons. Willie Ultramarathon etc. Anyway, the point is t'was the first time I was running cross-country. So naturally the obvious questions of, Am I gonna friggin die?, How to pace myself?, What if I die? and exclamations of NO, I DON'T WANNA DIE! arose. Also one wonder; why is it called cross-country when we are in fact running cross-Macritchie or cross-ritchie if you will. Even so, we are technically not running cross-ritchie, it's more like around-ritchie or round-ritchie. Hmmm...

Anyway, back to the thing itself. Did some random stuff before the run itself, for we were supposed to report for attendance-taking like 36 hours before the actual thing...WTF? Prahlad was being a real 5-cent and was koping milo cup after milo cup from the milo van. 20+ cups.. Raaj went one further, and koped a full bottle worth of Milo. Zomg. 5-cents lah...Haha.

Eventually the thingamabob started. Various dudes were carrying along their iPod and what nots. The only thing I brought was my handphone, to time myself. No watch you see...Oh and btw, I had deep-heated my knee and sprayed it with copious amounts of Air-Salonpas. Had injured my knee previously. So yeah...

Anyway, the run started. And peoople were running like crazy. At the start itself? Hmmph. Yeah, and I had a bet with 'Fiq. A drink was at stake, depending on who ran faster. Ok anyway, I had no friggin idea that we would be trail-running. Boy was it a b****, especially with the pounding and what not - my knees were killing me. I was making good time at the point, when I had to go to the fuggin red-cross station to deep-heat my leg yet again. >< Fell back alot. So no choice, continue running - trying to overtake as many as possible. After some time, hit the pvaement. Final stretch. So sprint lah...and when I saw the finish line, I was like, "Wanna die, die after you cross" so just sprint all the way. Timing was uber sucky. 27 minutes lah. Even 5-cents did it faster than me... But the funny thing was, the number. 27 is like my birthdate, yay? Lol.

After the whole crap, as we were heading back - Abs suddenly whipped out a can of non-alcoholic beer. Becks I think. Why the hell do people sell beer at a reservoir? Zomg. Well I can safely say that beer tastes horrendous. Maybe it was warm or whatever, but it tasted god awful. Bleargh. How the hell do people drink beer as a casual drink? Dotz... Unless there's some radical change in my thinking, I'm rather put off by the taste and smeel of beer. Ew.