Last night, Mom, Sis, Sis’ boyfriend and I went to the park downstairs in our ratty old t-shirts and shorts at 1.30AM. We were supporting random people at Singapore’s first midnight marathon.
We had two bunches of bananas. I thought that we would never manage to give all of them out. The bulk of the non-elite runners who came through between 2-2.15AM took them all. Mom was overjoyed.
Before the banana bonanza, we had seen the first marathoner run past, all limbs. A cyclist was puffing away in front of him, clearing his path for him and lighting the way. He was probably doing 18-19KM/hr.
Our hands hurt from the clapping, and we couldn’t think of many things to say to cheer them on – especially those who had slowed to a walk and looked awfully exhausted. But the good humour of some kept us going too. A selection of responses:-
“Don’t you guys have to sleep?”
“I LIVE HERE TOO!”
(in Chinese) “I have no ‘oil’ left…”
“Thanks for being here.”
“You look like my friend from JC!” (?!)
Mom got a few sweaty hi-fives, which she loved. I got a circle of mosquito bites around my ankle and finished half a bag of Sour Cream n Onion Ruffles (before the runners came – it might have been cruel otherwise). Sis got goosebumps from watching the first runner come by.
It was fun.
