I was in registration boot 10 minute, searching my last week faxed entry form that stills no way to be seemed. Almost giving up, I saw one name, Chin Tuck Meng. ‘Ini saya’, I say. ‘Ini awak, kah? Boleh tulis name dan sign untuk record?’ I write my name Chin Tuck Meng, sign ‘I lie’, organizer then give me number and t-shirt, phew*. I walk around hope can bound with the real Chin, but he seems to be nowhere. As usual, I think he register and no race.
I not sure what the organizer say, but I think he say there is a big tsunami happen in KL and you have to run crazy to save your life. I did that, once start I run with 100% speed. Short while I feel I want to vomit, I watching my watch, 4 minutes only? When it’s going to end?!
After bank Negara LRT near traffic light, I see two Malay behind me take the short cut before the traffic light and the marshal seem to be no reaction at all. Lucky it was a hill and I can overtake them, just I wonder how professional the organizer was.
I was maintenance my position until the last stretch when join route with the shorter distance group, whenever I overtake I need to check their BIB color, red nope, red again, nope. So many red until I see a blue, then we look at each other, see ghost lor! We both race each other like ecstasy! Until all people have to give way to us, but when we have to jump over divider, he lost, haha, I race in Genting jungle before man!
Whohoo, when I see my #15 position! What a relief! Cause I see no other colors than black. I think a while before I write my name, then I decide put TM chin.
When the organizer shouts the only one Chinese name in Men open, TM Chin in dataran, I hope he was there.
Chen aka PM8
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