Singapore Aquathlon 2015

My first sponsored race ever! Not due to athletic performance, but instead, in exchange for a pre-race write-up and a post-race review. No complaints from me and many thanks for JustRunLah! for informing me about this opportunity :)

As this was my first multisport race, I was feeling pretty excited. The aim was to soak in the experience (figuratively... and literally). In addition, having glanced at the previous year's results, I felt that a top-10 finish in the category (Sprint, M20-39) was reasonable, though not a goal.

The night before, I hurriedly glanced through resources I could find pertaining to an aquathlon. I never bothered attempting to rehearse a transition (or an open water swim). I didn't even know what the transition area would look like! There was a pretty useful article on JustRunLah! and I was certainly thankful for that!

Come race day, I made my way to East Coast Park about an hour before flag-off. I spent some time watching earlier categories being flagged-off, prepared my transition area (and mentally went through the motions), deposited my bag and received my body marking. Thereafter, a quick stop to the restroom before attempting a short warm-up swim.

A few minutes before the scheduled flag-off, we entered the starting pen. I wasn't planning to be right near the front of the line (though towards the right end; the race was a counter-clockwise swim), though since no one else filled the area, I obliged. Promptly at 9.10am, my category was flagged off.

The first 30m was a mass (or mess) of flailing bodies. I deliberately wanted to experience such a start, having heard about such chaos being expected. Gradually, we strung out and then began the steady swim away from shore. I had no difficulty sighting, though I found myself constantly drifting to the right (recall that the course was counter-clockwise), possibly due to the current (or my inexperience). In addition, my wrist tag (for entry into the transition area) came loose. I definitely couldn't be swimming while trying to grasp onto it, therefore I stuffed it into my tights (thanks Bryan...and more on it later).

By the time I hit the major right turn however, I was immediately beside the buoy. It was a relatively uneventful swim back, apart from one occasion where I decided to swim blindly and I veered off course a little. Thankfully, a kayak reminded me to keep to my left in order to return on course. The swim was completed in slightly past 17mins. My target was 20mins for the swim and transition - and given my poor adherance to the tangents, I thought that was quite decent!

Transition was awfully slow, though I wasn't in much of a hurry. A volunteer informed me that I was in 16th and I knew that I would catch a handful along the run, it being my primary discipline. At the transition, I dried my feet, drank a sip of water, started my Garmin FR15, put on socks and double knotted the laces on my shoes, put on my HRM (chest strap), grabbed my singlet (with the race bib attached) and began the run out of the transition area.

I had trouble getting my shirt on, event as I was running. Despite choosing a relatively loose shirt, it certainly wasn't easy getting it on. To complicate matters, my HRM was constantly slipping down towards my belly. I also found out that I accidentally paused my Garmin. When I finally resumed the Garmin, got my HRM strap back up (only for it to slip down again) and wore my singlet, I found the race bib flapping violently - the right side of the bib was not attached! The bottom right pin was nowhere to be found, while the top right pin was still attached to the bib. In the midst of the run (and my falling HRM strap), I miraculously managed to pin up the top right corner of my bib and then began my quest to overtake as many as I could. I was feeling a sharp sensation along my tights as I ran, yet I was clueless as to what it was (and it isn't the easiest thing to adjust while running). With some modification, I tried my best to resolve the discomfort.

Trying to get the watch on. Credit to Running Shots.

Along Bedok Jetty. Credit to Finisherpix.

The run was relatively uneventful. I probably started a little faster than I wanted, having previously intended to run a strong negative split (instead of a minor one). I passed the distance markers constantly ahead of the beep of my Garmin, though that was probably due to me accidentally pausing my Garmin at the start of the run. Nonetheless, by the time I crossed the finish (with much overtaking going on), I was sure that the course was slightly (200m?) short (or else I'd have PB-ed in a 5km, while participating in a Sprint Aquathlon). My Strava data for the run is available here.

Oh, one interesting aspect was that the tape was held up for me at the Finish. I was pretty curious and wondered whether they did that to all participants (I noticed the runner in front getting the tape as well), as I was absolutely certain I wasn't anywhere near the Top 3 in my category. Thereafter, the medal was placed around my neck as the timing chip (which they constantly stressed to return!) was detached from my freshly bleeding ankle (sand abrasion). Thereafter, I also found out the sharp object in my tights was actually my wrist tag.

Couldn't quite bother to decide which one to upload so I uploaded all. Credit to Finisherpix.

Live results were accessible! :)

Preliminary results. Shocking! 1st for the run in the Sprint category :)

Official Results were released later the same day.

As expected, nowhere near the Top 3! Yet 4th place (cat) comes as a present surprise for my first multi-
sport event (and open water swim), with not many expectations and not much effort! :)

On a separate note, a quick check on the PSI revealed that it was in the unhealthy range :(

Bolt

Crashing

Credit to Running Shots.

Credit to RunNUS' Facebook page.

Strava data available here. My HR was a little steeper than intended and the hills were even steeper. 

2XU Compression Run 2015

A free race bib was available, albeit one of the opposite gender. Nonetheless, I didn't hesitate to contact the donor :)

I was half prepared to run half (or thereabout) of the half marathon during this race, held on 2nd August 2015 (after being postponed from March). A couple of friends, known and unknown to me, were participating in the half marathon category. Furthermore, having taken a pretty long break from running, by my standards at least, I knew I would love to get back and join the local running community. From the race guide, I knew that the route would take runners along lots of public spaces - such as East Coast Park and Gardens By The Bay. Therefore, there wouldn't be anything incorrect about "crashing" the race if it was after all, public space, hmm..?

Thus, an actual race slot would allow me the legitimate right to "occupy" the race. Well, disregarding the fact that it was another runner's...though since she wasn't there there was additional "running space" that would have originally been occupied by her. I understand that not everyone may agree with the ethics of this action but may we agree to disagree. 

However, having just been informed of this slot a day earlier, there was some preparation that needed to be done. First, I needed to figure how I wanted to run this, now that I was to actually complete the full half (now that sounds funny). Having returned to running barely a weeks prior, I was obviously in no state to race this (and doing so would probably cause me to contend with the female podium finishers - unnecessary attention). Eventually the plan was to run with Andrew (aiming 1:45) for the first 10-12km, before stopping to wait for Jacq + Joseph to run alongside them for the remainder of the race. Well, the former didn't happen and the latter only happened in part.

I was fortunate enough to be given a lift by Jacq's dad, though that was pretty early, at about 3.05am. Though I had went to bed at about 9.15pm the night before, I probably only managed a few hours of sleep. We eventually reached Nicoll Highway around 3.25am, before proceeding to jog over to The Float at Marina Bay. By the time we reached around 3.40am, there was a long snaking queue for the shuttle buses to GBTB. It was only at around 4.15am that we boarded the buses, and we alighted just minutes before 4.30am. I knew I wasn't going to get flagged off in the first wave. This meant the likelihood of not being able to run with Andrew (or so I thought), hence shattering the first half of plan for the half.

I entered the race pen about a minute after 4.30am. By then, I had already heard the first wave being flagged off. There seemed to be two more waves ahead of me. Wave 2 started at about 4.40am. I was prepared to be in Wave 4 (flagging off possibly at 5am?), but surprisingly, they allowed us to enter the back of Wave 3. I inched my way towards the front, hoping to miraculously get a decent starting position and perhaps even find Andrew (whom I presumed had already been flagged off) along the way. If I failed to find him, I was still planning to get a decent steady-state workout for about 10km.

At 4.50am, my wave was flagged off. The initial few minutes involved plenty of weaving, but the crowd strung out quickly and I found myself inching towards the leaders of my wave. Understandably, the leaders in my wave weren't moving that quickly. I was pretty surprised with a 4:30 first km split as that was certainly faster than what I was expecting. Though it felt pretty comfortable, I recognised that the first km in every race was always deceptive, hence I eased off a little.

The next few km passed pretty uneventfully. Having decided to run with my phone (the first race ever run with a phone!), I attempted capturing anything of mild interest though unfortunately, under the cover of darkness, nothing really showed up clearly. Most of the first half was run between 4:20-4:40 despite the moments of dead stops in order to try my luck with night photography without a flash. It wasn't long before I was heading towards the U-turn point, slightly past the 9km mark.

Some athletic sharks spotted along ECP.

Due to my inconsistent pace as a result of the crowds and photography, the increase in effort was perceivable after about 7km. Nonetheless, this was still well within my comfort zone and had I wished, I probably could manage at least 15km holding the pace. This was a major encouragement because just days before, I found it challenging completing just 3-5km anywhere close to 5mins/km. After 10km, I eased off as my intended workout was completed.

Along the way to my designated meeting point with Jacq, I did find a runner who I offered to run with and he seemed pretty thankful for the company. Barely accompanied him for 2km before we arrived at the hydration station that I agreed to meet Jacq at, hence I bade him farewell. Thereafter, it was some waiting and walking/jogging back to the U-turn in search of Jacq. Depreciation of my muscular fitness was pretty evident as I could sense potential cramps when I tried to bend over or stopped walking. While waiting, Kelvin from Delta/my fellow disruptee shouted out as he passed me.

Eventually, we caught sight of each other and it then was a challenging remaining 10km back to the finish. Nothing too eventful and we managed to get onto Fort Road just after 7.00am. Thankfully we weren't diverted.

The sun comes up it's a new day dawning.

It's time to sing your song again.

Capturing a photo of one who's always been capturing photos of us. Credit to Running Shots.

Here it is! Thank you Running Shots.

I must admit, though this run wasn't aerobically challenging, the sheer duration (nearly 3 hours of the race) of keeping on my feet was pretty exhausting. I certainly was thankful for the privilege of running this race. It's a pleasant twist to get to experience what it feels like to run in the middle of the pack as it does require mental fortitude. Therefore, kudos to all the runners who try their best even if you take some time - because every additional minute out there is one more minute of hard work compared to the faster few.

After the race, we collected our entitlements (I was rather embarrassed to be collecting a female Finisher Tee) and a bunch of freebies. Met Kenn Siang from Delta and Joseph as well. Pity I didn't get to find Wilson. I later found out that Andrew had also started in my wave and hence we actually could have run together.

3 X Us at 2XU. 

It's been so long...CWSM.

The Instagram photo booth took us forever.

Well this was a half of two halves. I'm now hoping to get back to some adaptable training over the next few months!

Oh yes, not forgetting the results (released 2 days after the race!).

I wonder how I placed amongst males. Strava data available (though I didn't quite adhere to the route).

Kind and In Kind

As I conclude my "season" - essentially the first half of the year - I look back at my experiences.

I went through a series of disappointing injuries. Often these were not overuse related, such as strains. Instead, the variety came in the form of single-episode injuries triggered by the most tragic of reasons, such as a shoe that was too tight (putting me out of running for more than a month?). Furthermore, I wasn't able to meet my time goal for this season.

Nonetheless, disappointments and frustrations aside, I probably experience some of the sweetest blessings. They're arguably simple, yet the simplicity can be meaningful. For one, I received a Garmin Forerunner 15 from my classmates. This undoubtedly aided me in my running journey, having managed to track my many runs on Strava. In addition, I was offered a free foam roller from a kind running forum user. I'm still not certain if it provides any significant physiological benefit, though the psychological benefit is present. Last but not least, a kind runner offered to sell me a brand new, yet heavily discounted Garmin HR Monitor for my FR15, fuelling my interest in understanding the science of running.

The running community is kind - I've received its blessings in kind. I've gradually come to run for aspects far greater than myself or my goals. I do want to pay the kindness forward - within the community and beyond. When suitable opportunities come along, I'll seize them, kindly.

Pocari Sweat Run 2015

I didn't meet my time goal. There's no denying that. Maybe the consolation is that my average pace would be a 10km PB. Nonetheless, it's plain that I didn't meet my time goal - to run a sub 3:54 pace for the entire duration of the race. Therefore, it isn't an easy race to write about as it does reflect vulnerable expression of disappointment. However, it's a learning experience to be shared and my greatest comfort is the verse 2 Tim 4:7.

"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith."

If you've been browsing my blog, you'd probably have chanced upon my previous race review of Sundown Marathon 2015. I've outlined how my goal was to run a sub-39 10km for this "season" - essentially from the start of 2015 to the conclusion of Year 2 of university. This seemed realistic, considering that I had increased my mileage and had completed Standard Chartered Marathon Singapore 2014 in 39:35. Furthermore, just past a month ago, I ran a conservative 10km during the No Frills Run 2015 in 39:36. Granted that was a flat and straight course, compared to a potentially tougher course (I would soon find out). However, I knew that my trump card was the fact that it was only about 7 weeks prior to this race that I started incorporating the deadly intervals that could truly help me peak if I planned it right. 

The route was to be more than 10km. Or 11km, for that matter. That wasn't the nicest piece of information, especially when I wanted to have a 38:XX as an official race result for a 10km race. I modified my goal adventurously, hence coming up with the sub 3:54 pace, allowing me to safely complete a 10km under 39.

Dad dropped me off pretty early this morning, hence allowing me to deposit my bags and start a brief warm up with much time to spare. Despite the long time to spare, I wanted to get into a good position, having encountered a disastrous 5th wave start during last week's Sundown Marathon. Naturally, having entered the race pen with 30mins to go (that's about as early as it opened), I was guaranteed the chance to enter the 1st wave, provided I made the effort to walk to the front. 

I was actually waiting at the front of the lines with 25mins to go. I was all the way at the front, positioned towards the left, providing me with the shortest distance to run (the first turn would be taking us leftwards). Took a seat for awhile, knowing that I could afford to rest my legs and calm my nerves for awhile. I have to admit that there was much less pressure for this race, despite it being a goal race. I was pretty confident I could manage the pace, judging from my surprising performance during the No Frills Run (mileage for the week was an insane 92km comprising of 3 workouts ~ and still the sub-40 was done without tying up). I was ready to embrace pain when it came, holding my motivations close to my heart.

Regarding my motivations, I took awhile to think of the various sources. It wasn't the smoothest first half of the year for me, largely due to both personal and family challenges. If you've been reading the blog (pretty far down now), you'd have come across my challenges with injuries of the weirdest but significantly debilitating orders. Furthermore, I considered my family - be it my sister's hospital encounter after an invasive episode of MSSA, my parents' love and acts of service or my friendships. In the end, I realised that it was all about love. Not my love or others' love, but love that came from Christ that empowered us to face challenges and serve others, perfected through how Christ came to serve us. To put it in my words, it's a personal experience that is not limited to a person, ask me if you'd like to find out more about what I mean :)

Back to the race however, with about 10 mins to go till flag off, a huge bunch of pacers (and some speedy doctors like Dr Derek Li, Dr Foo Gen Lin, Dr Lim Bao Ying; oh, I think there were the Yellow Fellows as well) entered the start pen, at the front, congregating towards the left. Beside me was a fellow runner Desmond who I'd seen placing well in multiple races before. Knowing that he was certainly not going to be running behind pacers, I told him we had better move towards the right, where the speedy doctors had lined up, as they would certainly not be obstructing us (or me, at least). 

As the minutes ticked away, I started jogging on the spot and at just about 6.29am, we were flagged off. I started quickly, aiming to find a clearing, before settling (and I think I did that well) into my target pace of around 3:54 for the first few km. 3:52 at the 1km marker (accurately placed), comfortable though expectedly so. I was probably within the top 15, expecting to gradually pass a couple of runners. I noticed that the leaders were easily 20s~ ahead of me. Tony Seakins caught up with me, though he seemed to be breathing really hard (audibly) while I couldn't really hear my breathing (rest assured, I was still breathing, just more comfortably). He quickly dropped off within a few hundred metres...that seemed quite unlike a veteran like him to do such a thing.

I saw Chester a few seconds ahead. I knew I would probably be safe if I tried to stick behind him. I settled into a steady rhythm as we climbed the mild ascent of Nicoll Highway before descending. I started to catch up with him towards the 3km mark and once I did, I encouraged him to stick with me. However, he didn't seem too comfortable and I gradually started to pull away. I suspect it was around the 3km mark that I realised that I may have been going a bit faster than expected. I possibly slowed, though Garmin reflected a 4:02 split for the 4th km that I wasn't convinced was accurate. I was pretty certain I was closer to a 3:58 or thereabout. Then again, there were multiple turns that could easily cost seconds.

I knew that the 5th km involved the ascent and descent of a steeper bridge (compared to Nicoll Highway), though far from the likes of Benjamin Sheares Bridge. I was prepared to lose some seconds there, recognising that there were pretty sharp turns as well. It was completed in 4:01, giving me some hopes that I was in good shape. Furthermore, I started passing the distance markers before my Garmin sounded. Splits according to distance markers were hopeful, on track for a 3:54 pace, though Garmin wasn't so agreeable. I was however, not feeling the most hopeful that I could maintain the pace for the remaining 6km~. I told myself it was better to ease up as 6km was a considerable distance and the consequences could be dire. 

The south-eastern stretch of Gardens By The Bay was bringing us into headwinds. Though it provided some comfort, it definitely cost me time. I was prepared for headwinds, either when heading towards the barrage or away from it (due to the channel formed), hence knew I needed to ease the pace fractionally. Conversely, as I crossed the barrage and headed away, I no longer felt the headwinds. I managed to nicely grab a cup (receiving cheers from the volunteers) of Pocari Sweat around the 7km mark. I had missed my cup earlier, at the 5km water point. All this while, I was running solo. I was still passing the distance markers on track for the 3:54 pace, though the disparity between Garmin's alerts was increasing as well. Out of the blue, a runner in black donning a Team Asics top went past me - the first to do so after the first km.

It was along the 9-10km stretch that I realised that without anything extraordinary, I would not meet my goal. Naturally, I slowed. Though I told myself to press on. In the few km that followed, my pacing was shattered. It felt like a mini fartlek as I surged with momentary energy, only to slow and repeat the cycle. To make matters worse, there were some turns serving only to disrupt my pace. At this point of time towards the torturous stages when one's goal isn't attainable, the thoughts of stopping just crossed my mind. I hung to my motivation - love.

"This is love: not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins."

1 John 4:10

Thereafter, I picked up the pace. I was in sheer agony - but that's what I wanted - to be pushing my limits and embracing the discomfort. It was a long surge for home, spanning from the time I crossed the Tanjong Rhu Footbridge until I ended the race. That was to last for more than 1km, taking me past Desmond and subsequently Team Asics (the sole runner who had overtaken me earlier). It certainly wasn't a consistently paced sprint, but I'm convinced I ended it with nothing left. I barely remember crossing the line or what happened in the few minutes after doing so.

I look strangely comfortable though I was hurting. Credit to Running Shots.

Metres from the Finish. Credit to Pocari Sweat's Facebook page.

Surprisingly, I recall having a brief chat with Dr Derek Li after collecting my Finisher's Tee and Medal. Thereafter, I probably lumbered around for awhile before starting to feel the same feeling of dizziness and mild nausea as I did during SCMS 2014. However, this time it was less extensive, though I certainly wasn't able to walk straight for awhile. I quickly found an empty spot and sat down for some time. Managed to see En Yi after his finish as well.

Subsequently, I caught sight of Desmond and Chester and we exchanged a conversation. Chester's footpod recorded 11.7km compared to my Garmin's 11.12km, though I believe his was a pretty extreme overestimate. It was pretty straightforward thereafter - baggage collection, a shower (amazingly!) and then a contemplative journey home.

Strava data.

Results were quickly released the day after the race.

I've succeeded in my time goals in the past - a sub-4 hour marathon and a sub-40 minute 10km. It was likely inevitable that I would taste failure once and it came today. Yet I recognise that if I were to base running success purely on achieving a time, such an approach will be my greatest failure. Today, I failed to achieve a goal time and perhaps I failed to pace myself in the best way I could. However, today I walk away knowing that I succeeded in giving my best effort.

Now this thrilled me! Thanks Dr Li!

For more details of the race organisation, check out my JustRunLah! post here.

Sundown Marathon 2015

"Do you mind if we just shift the barricade so we can enter? Our race is starting soon. We'll quickly shift it back!". The volunteer kindly obliged. Nonetheless, by the time we managed to deposit our bags and entered the start pen, we were caught in Wave 5. Certainly not favourable, especially in a (relatively) shorter race distance of 10km. Yet I guess all of us adapted.

Having had a hearty dinner together under Brenton's hospitality, it was about 8.50pm before we left for the F1 Pit Building. 4th July was certainly a pretty busy day for me - BCCS tutoring in the morning, collection of the Pocari Sweat 2015 race pack, a sharing session in the afternoon by some Discipleship Training School students and thereafter, a TBL team dinner (or feast). Oh yes, not forgetting the Sundown Marathon 2015 as well. Thankfully, just 10km.

Nonetheless, I had made some initial plans to run well, having realised that I certainly could not run a sub-39 race for the Pocari Sweat Run, my initial goal race. I perhaps could run a sub-39 10km during the race (and hopefully it'll happen), but for a race that is 11.4km (or thereabout, according to the route map in which they explicitly acknowledge the race is about 11km), I know I don't possess that ability, right now.

Jacq, Julia and I were blessed to have been offered a lift from Jacq's dad to the vicinity of Nicoll Highway. From there, we proceeded for a reasonably long warm up jog (with all our bags) to the race precinct. Unfortunately, we had found ourselves running along the perimeter, unable to find a method of entering. Until we asked the volunteers if we could shift the barricades (and carry them back thereafter). A shout out to the kind volunteers for their adaptability!

Having known that we were easily a few waves back and that my desired time (sub-39 or even a sub-40) was impossible due to the thousands in front of us, I offered to pace Julia. It was about 9.48pm as we entered the start pen. It was quite a miracle that Joel had all found his way into Wave 5 with us, without prior communication. With a short prayer for all of us, our wave was then flagged off at about 10.23pm (Garmin data!).

Oh the crowds! The start wasn't too bad, because the route wasn't bidirectional yet. Joel managed to find Julia and I somehow and we ran alongside till about 2km, before he told us to go ahead as he was on the verge of getting a stitch. Julia and I then proceeded ahead. As we hit Gardens By The Bay, I saw some of the faster runners on their way back. Caught sight of Chuan Heng returning, though I later found out he was plagued by diarrhoea. Meanwhile, as Julia and I continually overtook runners (and occasionally getting overtaken by the unfortunate few who probably got stuck in later waves), we then hit a pretty crowded area near the Marina Barrage. That was pretty dangerous as many runners (and admittedly, us as well) were continually weaving along the dividing cones that separated us and returning runners.

Brilliant illustration using MS Paint :) Orange blobs are cones.

After the major U-turn just under the infamous heartbreak bridge (Sheares Bridge), I managed to grab a GU gel. Expiry date of 09/16, fantastic! I was pretty surprised why 10km runners were getting this, but I wasn't complaining:) The return was fairly uneventful, apart from the constant safety hazards of runners weaving around the dividing cones and risking collisions. It wasn't long before we attacked Bayfront Bridge and headed home, accelerating in the last few hundred metres to finish very strongly.

This was a comfortable race indeed (with a solid negative split) and I was proud to have adapted well to the unfavourable circumstances, having decided to run with Julia. Even if I did have the most favourable circumstances (a less hectic day, a start towards the front in Wave 1), I know I didn't rest much for this race and I don't run that well at night, hence perhaps the choice to forgo a time goal was a blessing in disguise. Overall, I'm thankful for the experience running alongside friends and coincidentally meeting a sizeable number of friends along the race as well. If some of you are reading, thanks for the few bananas that some of you dumped with me, they were my pre-run snack this morning :)

Shortly after the race, with Julia and Joel.

And the entire team. 2TIMfour7.

Our time goal: to catch the last train home.
Indeed we did, boarding at about 12.08am.

Strava data for your viewing pleasure.

Not forgetting my snack of course.

A combined time of sub-4 hours :)

For a slightly more objective and comprehensive review of the race, check out my JustRunLah! post here.