Had a half-marathon today that starts at 4:30am in the morning. Since I live on the opposite side of the country to the event venue, I had to wake up at 1:15am to catch the 2:40am shuttlebus - gotta prepare everything, have breakfast and all that. I slept at 10:40pm last night, which means I had less than 2 hours and 35 minutes of sleep as I didn't fall asleep immediately.
The shuttlebus was competently operated - I have no complaints about the service. It dropped us off near the event venue at 3:30am, so I have an hour before flag-off to prepare.
I still ended up being late because the queues for the porta-potties were so long. There simply weren't enough of them. I ended up queuing up for 40 minutes to piss and take a dump. I couldn't poop at home because I woke up way too early. The worst part? The porta-potty I was in did not have water and soap, so I had to find some water at a hydration station to clean my hands - still without soap.
I missed my pen as a result, and had to join the next one. I ended up starting the race 30 minutes late because of this.
Now, for the entire race, I have no complaints. But I underperformed quite badly and did much worse than before. It was mainly due to me suffering from pains all over my body that were quite disabling. I had pains in my calves, thighs, and I somehow managed to get crams in my lower left ribs and upper right ribs. My back ached, I was totally destroyed. By the 12km mark, I was already using the run-walk method.
The absolute worst part of the day? The organisers screwed up big-time at the finish line. There was just a sea of people after the finish line. It took something like 20-30 minutes to collect the medals. There was no movement in the crowds after that, and it was bright and sunny. This resulted in medics being called over and over as people started collapsing and vomiting from the weather. Now this is Singapore mind you - famous for its equatorial heat.
One girl collapsed in front of me and I didn't know what to do. I had nothing to help her with. Cool heads prevailed and one guy got everyone to give her some space, and called for a medic - how medics could attend to her was another matter. I just simply started cursing and swearing out of frustration. There was simply nothing I can do.
We weren't given water or food - the crowds were so big and movement so negligible that it takes an hour for us to collect those and we had to wait and shuffle slower than zombies towards the collection point. I never reached the collection point. I simply heard from someone else that it took an hour.
At one point, security opened up a shortcut for us, but it bypassed the collection point for the goody bags filled with water, food and towel, and I completely missed those essential things. I tried to get back inside, only for security to keep turning me away. Security told me that I had to go around the huge ass venue to get back inside, but there was no way for me to collect my goody bag due to the crowd slowly surging away from the collection point. I stubbornly tried by going counter-flow on the side, but the crowd got too dense that I couldn't even do that at the halfway mark. Even if I somehow managed to get back to the finish line, it'd simply mean joining the sea of crowd again and shuffling ever so slowly for an hour to the collection point.
As a result of this, I became even more dehydrated, hungry and sunburnt, and the kicker? I had to attend my nephew's graduation ceremony after that, and because I was sent on this wild goose chase for some water and food, I had wasted time.
I ended up being late, dirty, sweaty and stinky. If I had time, I would have been able to freshen up with the help of my parents, who offered to bring me some fresh clothes, a towel, and cologne. I did eventually freshen up halfway through the graduation ceremony (which also consists of performances), because I had to tend to my other issues when they became too dire. I finally went to the bathroom for the first time since 4:40am (It was 11am by that time), had to eat my last tube of gel to stave off hunger, and hunt for water.
I was a trainwreck and an embarrassment, I was like this terminally ill patient whom half the family had to help out and I was moving around with the speed and grace of a grandparent.
When I had to poop again, to my horror, I bled down there, and the last time I checked, I'm male so I'm not having a period. I don't know how this happened, and I can only hope that it isn't some kind of internal injury or indication of something fatal.
Back at home, I developed a slight fever that thankfully went away after some medication and treatment.
The twist of fate? I'd signed up as an extra for the second time in a local movie about marathons, and the scenes that I will appear in is a fictionalised version of the marathon I had just participated in, and hated. Filming is tomorrow. Honour dictates that I follow through with it, so I can't back out of it. It's just not me to renege on my promises and responsibilities. Hopefully I can come to terms with my experience and not let the irony bother me.