Monthly Archives: January 2012
We hit the track at around 6 p.m. Thai time. We weren’t exactly running under the most favourable of conditions: I had just finished eating, and Chris had just finished a Leo beer; hardly a couple of contenders for the 2012 Olympic Games. Still, we were there, and that was what mattered the most. We had gotten it into our heads that we were going to run the Bangkok marathon or the half marathon if we realised that 42 kilometres of blood sweat and tears was going to send us to an early grave.
We warmed up briefly before starting our run, stretching a few limbs and engaging in small talk. The sun was just sinking below the horizon, the last orange rays intensified, as if hanging onto their last moments of usefulness on this side of the globe. High above, the crescent moon was shining brightly, and a lone star, or perhaps it was a satellite, hung below it. There were plenty of people at the running track. A group of footballers sat on the edge of the playing field, perhaps waiting for the floodlights to come on. One or two runners were making their way slowly around the track. Read the rest of this entry