1. Women in Singapore, regardless of shape, and size, height or weight can run. Rather overwhelming when they enthusiastically overtake you and surge ahead, particularly at the last 1km mark.
2. Whoever said that running is a solitary sport, just you versus your personal best? After being overwhelmed with so many women overtaking you, you surge ahead yourself (just in case you are one of the remaining laggards of the race). Just love that damn competitive spirit.
2. They also care a lot about their appearances, even when running. Some came with false eyelashes and thick mascaras, at 6.30 in the morning.
3. They are never without their beloved phones and cameras. At the 4km sign-post, one wiped out her camera from her pocket and proceed to take a photo of herself with the sign-post, with v-for-victory signs and all.
4. Some women look good after a run. Some just don’t. There’s no in-between.
5. Some men can be very dedicated (imagine waking up at 5.00am to send wives/girlfriends to starting line). They are also useful to have around for carrying excess baggages, such as bags, babies, cameras. I shall attempt to get Mr. Cinical to participate in the next run, as a bag carrier.