Before entering the water I was really afraid my boat wouldn't move- like I've seen Running Man on tv- their boats couldn't move! Hahah so I was really worried. Moreover, I never kayaked before. Maybe in primary school but damn it was ages ago.
The kayak was really heavy though!
When we went into the waters I was really happy the boat managed to move and wow it moved pretty well and definitely cm, my partner has lots of credit for it. It really felt nice gliding over the waters (the water kept entering our boat with every movement of the paddle) overlooking the view of Marina Bay! It was a hot day, but i didn't really notice it as I was too excited to be on the waters! After a few repetitive movements, I got used to the action. Dig into water, row, bring up, rotate the paddle, then repeat for the other side of the hand. It was a great experience though my thumb got blisters after that. I remember us working together - right, left, right, left. My arms started aching when we reached the half point but I'm so glad we didn't give up! Lots of times I started to feel the muscles feeling strained but I continually dug the paddles into the water - mind over body, mind over body!
The second part of it was the 5km run. Honestly I thought I'd be prepared for it but when I got out of the boat and started running, I felt like my torso and below felt rigid; my knees seemed to be frozen. After running a few metres, I wanted to just stop and rest already. The sun was scorching, my stomach was still full from my lunch (stupid move I did there) and my torso and downwards weren't workin with me. I thought it would be the opposite as I was just using my arms and core for the boat. Perhaps my body just wasn't used to the immediate switch and it was begging me to stop. It felt as if my mind, my heart and my knees werent jn the same body.
But anyways my partner, cm continually encouraged me alongside when he could have gone first. E and X ran with us too, sometimes behind us, sometimes infront. Running the whole 5km was really torturing, but I was so glad I didn't stop, besides at the water points with the refreshing gulps of hundred plus. It's just 5km, I told myself. I distracted myself by looking at the scenery (but it didn't really help) and thought of really random things that I can't remember. Since I wasn't listening to any music, I listened to my breathing which was really disturbing for it was ragged and heavy. Do I really breathe like that normally when I'm running? Now, I still can't remember how I made it through the run. I wonder what thoughts when trough my head when I was running, though I can still remember the stale air of fertilisers, heavy breathing, the dry greenery at the side, the passing dragon boaters in the barrage. But I know that if it weren't for Cm I know I would have really stopped. The last stretch on the bridge seemed so interminable though. 500m at that point of time seemed like 50000m. Oh wells. Mind over body, mind over body!
I made it in the end, despite a really slow speed.
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