The only plane I have ever flown is a paper aeroplane. It’s amazing how a flimsy piece of paper can transform into an object of flight just with a few basic folds.
It was a foggy morning as I edged towards Lantau Peak for the second time in 2 hours or so. I was not running a race, but just out completely on my own, enjoying nature. There was barely a soul in sight.
Arms as drumsticks, legs as bass, feet as percussions…the good ol arse as the occasional trumpet and the mind as a lead. They never work well all the time, especially live in races. Ever been to a concert where the sound quality sucked? Yup, except that in a race…
It was such a hot day today. 3L of fluid and no pee break was testament to that. Highlight of the day, helping a lady get her sunglasses back from a steep slope along Fort Canning.
What I learnt today: