Here is a story of a day filled with mixed-up emotions. It was the day that I agreed to go on a 5 km obstacle run with my coworkers. They had brought the idea up months ago, but I turned it down mostly because I do not like running and it was also expensive (it was like SGD68+ or something). The week before the run, one of my colleagues pulled out due to an emergency and she had asked (the better word would be ambushed) me to take her place.
Being the naive person that I am, I agreed.
One of the more stupid decisions I've made in my life.
This picture was taken before the run. In this picture, I was deliriously happy. Delirious because I had absolutely NO idea what I was getting myself into.
Still no idea and still pretty happy just hanging out with colleagues.
I am not posting any pictures of myself during the race because I looked terrible. So bad.
In the beginning, I thought, "Hey, as long as I make sure I'm in front of one person the whole time, I'll be okay." Well, that didn't happen. It was not even 15 minutes into the run and I was already behind. Kind of ridiculous.
The team had a motto, "Leave no man behind." So there was always someone with me even though I KNEW they were fit enough to keep up with the rest. That, obviously, made me feel bad.
Then came the obstacles. There was a shitload (pardon the language) of climbing and jumping that I was not prepared for in any way. Given the history of my broken left foot, I was very paranoid jumping down big steps and climbing up stupid wooden obstacles. I felt exhausted, not even halfway through the run.
Most of the men on the team have touched my ass (sorry, mom) including my boss and his soon-to-be son-in-law. So that was definitely embarrassing.
There was an obstacle (the worst one) that involved swimming in ice water. I was hyperventilating and I definitely could not feel the bottom half of my body for a good 15 minutes after coming out of it. I was soaked when I got out and because I didn't have the right running shorts on, they started falling off because they were wet. At that point, I didn't care if anyone saw my underwear (they were red too which made it even worse) because all I wanted was for the run to be over.
I walked most of the way to the finish line. I felt inadequate and uncomfortable (especially the part where we had to run on the sandy beach after being in water).
Then when I saw the finish line, I felt relieved. And happy. So ridiculously happy that it was over.
When this picture was being taken all I could think of was, "OMG, my boss touched my ass." I was obviously humiliated.
And then this was just me pretending that I was okay with everything that went down that day.
This was me just smiling for the camera without much actual feeling other than exhaustion.
And that's the story of how I ran my first "marathon".
It obviously isn't ever going to happen again.
On a positive note, it was nice to hang out with my colleagues outside of work. :)