Great Eastern Women's Half Marathon Run 2025

I have never been so punctual for this run before.😜

The time was about 5am, and already I was in the 1st wave of runners, behind the 21.2km Elites.

I walked to the back of the group as I prefer a more solo, and quieter run at my own pace.

It was a humid morning, though I wouldn't describe as hot. Already, we gals were perspiring while waiting for the horn to sound.

Finally at about 5.20am, we started our run. I took it very slowly - my 1st time carrying my phone, and towel (with some fuel) in a newly-bought pair of sports shorts with a banded waist pocket behind.

Anticipating the Flag Off.

I meant to take it easy today, after the previous week of unexpected family events that saw me travelling out of town unplanned, and hence missing 2 workouts the weekend before, and forcing my last warm-up run just 2 days before race day. The day before I was out and about in the sun walking the entire day with errands.  I barely had enough sleep for the entire last week. And this very morning on race day, I had woken before 3am to do a mini meditation, eat breakfast and got into the pre-booked Grab Car to take me here.

No Sunrise - Only caught the moon as I reached the Stadium at around 4.30am.

My plan was to just enjoy the route and experience, soak in the scenery and views, and very much looking forward to the sunrise - which was spectacular the year before and I regretfully did not capture I on my phone as I never used to carry cellphone with me on races.

Me  - The last behind the wave of runners.

3km into the run, I was feeling good. The pace was easy and nice. I decided to pick up the pace a bit. However, to my dismay, the side of my big toe started to hurt - the abrasion that I always felt in this newer pair of shoes that I had worn several times beforehand at around 9-10 km mark on training runs. Today, the pain started early. The seam of my socks rubbing against shoe and toe? Anyway, I was feeling uncomfortable already when I started running.

Amongst the back runners in the pack after Flag Off

By 6-7km, it was obvious I was gonna run with sore feet 😖

I didn't have time nor energy to check the race route beforehand. It was a different route from the previous year. I also didn't check out the hydration points. When I was in good form and picked up pace, it had to be slowed down to get a drink, as I didn't know when the next available one would be. I decided to prioritize health over results.

I finally reached my 10K mark - I glanced at my watch - it was over an hour. I decided to slow down to my recovery jog before picking up later. I had already eaten my walnut dates earlier. By now, my shorts were dripping with perspiration - something I had never experienced before.

We passed the Gardens by the Bay Kingfisher Pod. I was still in recovery pace...

It took be a while before I picked up the pace again. By now the feet, especially the right foot was sore with I believed blisters and more bruised toe (and nail). A looming uphill awaited..... I sprinted lightly up the inclined highway and let loose with quick leg turnover on the way down. Felt peckish again and reached for another walnut-dates pack while slowing down...

Good to see the hydration point just after I finished my dates.

After this point, all the categories of 21.1, 10 and 5 kilometres joined the route to finish. I had about 3-4 km left. After some normal section, another inclination loomed ahead. Haha! Wow... Such sections to finish!

I kept eyeing certain landmarks on these inclinations as targets to pick up my pace, at the same time bearing the painful brushes my toes and feet got to endure... Last 3 km or so... the route now was narrow and crammed with all runners from all categories. Some sped through little openings in between slower runners who were tired from the distance; some shouldered on in their tired forms, and some gleefully paused at certain spots to take photos and selfies. I tried to maintain the slightly-faster- than-easy pace, though not my usual tempo speed. I too, tried to weave through the cracks between the tight network of runners. 

Last Kilometre... 

Was I certain?

Experience has taught me that the last kilometre wasn't what it seemed.

I had run with all my might after seeing this distance marker, only to lose steam some more than 500 metres away from the finish line. I decided not to be fooled again, and picked up pace just a little slightly than before. 

When I knew the finishing line was about 200 metres away, that's when I started to sprint. I saw the 2:45 pacers with the pink balloons ahead of me.

Finally entered the stadium and sprinted all I could with the energy left to cross the finishing line.

I looked at my watch -- 2:43hrs. I knew I did not well. A drop in speed compared to last year's timing.

I tried my best and was completely dripping non-stop with perspiration.

Contacted Ping and she was already ready to queue at the photo booth! 😅

Told her I needed some time to cool down.

When I was ready, I joined her and queued for our celebratory photos.

No other queuing for freebies today as the snakey lines of jubilant runners were really too long.

After some delay in collecting my bag and some stretching, we went for a hearty lunch with full chit-chatty catch-up!

Our Shared Post Run Fuel!

I am truly grateful for the day, despite a less than desired timing :)

Whatever that was and is, 

~~~ Flow ~~~

Accident!

I literally ran into a little accident on my last long run.

It's been some weeks since I ran along Mandai Road, where I knew I would run into the family of Macaques who'd always be there along the newly built fence.

So I prep'd myself again by picking up a stick to self defend. This time I had picked up one with thorns.

To make it safer to hold, I plucked out the thorns on the upper section, so that I would not scratch myself when holding it, as I did not know for how long I needed to hold it before I see the Macaques.

I had run some distance, and past the usual spot where they would be scavenging, rummaging through the bushes, or just grooming and relaxing... However, there was no sign of them, yet.

Ran past some plastic bags and packages on the ground -- were they done with their activity here?

Then I saw them... probably stomachs filled, relaxing around and grooming one another.

I started to sway my stick gently - left, right, left ..... Then ......

The stick broke and hit across my right thigh, near my knee, before brushing across my left.

The thorns that I didn't pick out from the lower part of the branch, cut across my skin...

I didn't feel the impact after I passed the family. When I looked down, I saw to my surprise, blood streaming down from a wound... 

Wow, that bad ... Luckily I carried a small bottle of hand sanitizer and I started squeezing some onto the wound, blood mixed with my perspiration. I tore a piece of tissue and wiped it. Still the blood continued oozing.

I lightly pressed the tissue on it, till the oozing was less.

Perhaps the salt from my perspiration crystallized the cut and soon there was no blood, but slight sting and bruised red streak remained. 

Back home.

I carried on my running journey.

This served as a lesson to me:

1. To be calmer and steadier when met with elements of nature.
2. To be more prudent in selecting a sturdier branch, with no thorns and potential hazard to self and others.
3. To always have antiseptic (eg sanitizer) on hand.

Finally, reminding myself to go with the flow of life - We can never be fully prepared. 

Be prepared, but also to prepare to be unprepared...