I hate and love. You ask, perhaps how that can be? I know not, but I feel the agony.

Just tell me exactly how smart I am when I rushed off for my 10km run early morning, only to reach my start point and realise my damn champion chip (its a black plastic electronic timer which you attach to your running shoes for those who don’t know) is resting comfortably at home. WTF? After all that trouble and hassle taken in running to catch a cab, praying so darn hard for the taxi to clear the traffic lights and managing to reach the start point 5 minutes after flag off.

The run was also dampened by my flash player not having fresh batteries and hence failing to work!

So now, I’ve completed the darn race for women, but no finisher medal. Sobs. I want my medal!!!

Definitely not feeling victorious at all.