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| Using the cap as an incline-meter |
The humidity was heavy, like a blanket in the night,
I started at the morning bell, before the sun got bright.
The Bukit Timah traffic hum was far too loud and near,
So to the shaded Rail I went, to find a calmer sphere.
Two laps upon the gravel path, then three and four and more,
I let my hips become the boss and take the heavy chore.
I felt the "engine" start to hum, my legs felt strangely light,
A technical discovery that turned the struggle right.
But then the back began to speak—a signal sharp and clear,
I tilted forward from the brim to keep the path in steer.
The cap became my instrument, a guide for eyes to find,
A seven-meter focus point to leave the pain behind.
Through Ford Factory and Nature Park, the hilly miles I took,
With Rasputin to pace my steps, I didn't need to look.
Thirty degrees of "sauna" heat, a slick and stinky skin,
But at the finish line, I knew the strength was deep within.
No water points to greet me there, just grit and steady will,
Eight kilometers behind me now, and feeling stronger still.
From HillV2 to King Albert’s gate, I found a rhythmic flow,
And felt the hips ignite at last, to give the final go.
Now parked within the carpark shade, the aircon’s icy blast,
Compensates for every drop of sweat that I have cast.
The brand-new car is wide and cool, a smooth and steady ride,
With Pat to pick the lunchtime tab and sit there by my side.
From soya milk to succulent meat, the recovery begins,
A poetic end to a heavy week of small and steady wins.
Brisbane is a whisper now, a goal that’s coming near,
With every "slant" and "cap-guided" mile, the road is finally clear.
Date Distance,Pace (min/km) Speed (km/h),Notes
Tuesday 5.1 km,10:31 5.7 km/h
Thursday 6.06 km,10:00 6.0 km/h
Saturday 8.4 km,10:33 5.7 km/h
Total 19.56 km
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