19 July 2009 Report

The Sunday started as usual but it seem quieter than the normal weekend at East Coast, it could be probably due to the absence of ladies in this part of the island. I am not in any way implying the ladies are the noisy lot of people, but I remember some smart wise old man told me a man equal to 100 ducks but a lady match at least 100,000 ducks. What does that means? I wonder, and still wondering till this very day.

Near to the Singapore Flyer, 8000 ladies and non-registered free-loader enthusiasts of all shapes and ages were gathered for the flagging off of the 2nd year running event - Shape Run. The prize is a memorial bracelet from the hand of 6 sexy butler hunks at Millennia walk end point, but before they got to touch the hand of the hanks each lady must run, walk or crawl for 5 km or 10 km depending what routes they take and whether they run on the right track.

Back at East Coast, the men rolled off as silent as the surrounding. No surging, no life anymore and the routine pedaling accompany with the expressionless face, the reasons I believe was because all the women suddenly seems disappear overnight from the small little red dot. For those men who think you can live without a woman, think twice and think hard again. Looking at the pathetic faces, I thought it might be better to opt for the noise of 100,000 ducks then the regular silent nights.

The yet-to-form GatorRoadees team was shaping up well, the effect of months of hell training from the remote control coach (coach have not appeared for a while but gave instructions remotely) yielded result despite the misery and the lack of motivation from the absence of many 100,000 ducks the riders faced in the morning. The ten riders were able to put down all the sorrows and kept their focus to do what they do best now, cycling in 2 neat columns. The speed was kept constant at 37km/hr for quite a while along Coastal road with each rider taking turn to pull the group. The speed on my speedometer at one point hit 39 km/hr, what an achievement for a bunch of people who used to do at 27 km/hr.

While the hunky butlers were within sight, but the trays were empty. Where was the prize? The memorial bracelet the organiser promised to every Shape runner were nowhere to be found? Many runners were devastated with the announcement that the prizes were out of stock even though 8800 pieces were prepared for the officially registered 8000 runners. The promises but no delivery snag was not totally the organiser’s fault as many runners collected the bracelet with both hands, one at each hand. And the non-registered runners who also wanted to have a feel of the muscular hunk hand took away some from the stock pile.

The lessons learned from the Shape run were that it does not matter what shape you are or how fast you run. If you are a registered runner, it is important to reach the end point fast by all means. Run the shorter course, or make a wrong turn to reach the end point before others or totally not register for the event at all but use the money to buy one of those bracelets from runners who have got extra pieces, just to name a few ways for future reference. Obviously there are many other ways to get your hand on one of that small little bend. If you really need that so badly than snatch it from someone who are exhausted and in bad shape after the Shape run and no longer able to run after you when you flee the scene.

Roti pratas have become the latest favour for all the riders, apparently it gives higher energy level than the bananas we have been fed all this while. According to HAS (Health Authority of Singapore) the plain prata gives 122 Kcal and with egg, the energy level shoot up to 289 kcal. No wonder everyone would not leave Changi Village without stuffing at least one of those dough in the belly, it offers that extra booster. With the energy burned from the ride less than or equal to the input energy from the roti prata and banana, the end result on the waist line do not seem to shrink but inflate with more rides.

Nicky Ting

Did you realise the last disappointment actually turned out to be a blessing in disguise