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If you let me I could, I'd show you how to build your fences	Friday, January 28, 2011, 11:11 PM Race at Bedok reservoir. The 60th SAA cross country. (a problem i encountered and how i solved it) This post is about a problem i faced and how I managed it. My school CCA is cross-country running. In my school, cross-country is the most prestigious CCA. We train very hard, almost five days a week are dedicated to running at reservoirs or tracks. The SAA cross country is one of the smaller, less important races leading up to the mother of all races, The Nationals. Still these smaller races were perfect for gauging how you were doing and in what areas you needed to improve on. . So, on Saturday, 22nd of January, i felt like crawling into some hole and hide until the race was over. I was a bag of nerves. i met up with my team at Bedok reservoir, the venue, and prepared. Truthfully, i cannot remember a thing before the race, it all passed in a blur. Tension was in the air as we lined up to jog to the starting point. A huge minute floated by and we braced ourselves. I was dimly aware that someone was saying something over the loud speakers, then i saw a hand raise into the air. It was holding something, a foghorn. At that precise moment all i could hear was the collective intake of breath by a few hundred boys(more or less two hundred). Then the hand pressed down and the race was on. I was so nervous that I got off to a bad start, which was what i had avoiding. My legs felt like lead. I felt a burning sensation but i willed myself to go on. I needed to keep going. I spotted one of my team members in front and tried my best to keep up. However.When i ran about 3km, i started to falter. I was close to despair then. The past few weeks I had felt great, in training i was steadily improving, yet today i just could not go on. I wanted to stop badly but still i slogged on. . The problem was that i felt as if I was on fire.I was so tired and my mind was numb. At some points my legs seemed to move on their own. Time was ticking slowly. I then realized i was around 500m out from the finish line. Then for some reason i turned around and saw that one of my team members had caught up with me. Seeing one of my team members gave me an epiphany. I had ran a bad race, but there was still a chance to make it better, however slight. I owed it to my coach, my team members and my school to do better. I started to run, too pick up speed. My teammate must had the same thought as he ran with me in a sprint to the finish. We overtook many racers but i felt that it was not enough to make up for my botched start. Sure enough, i had only manged to finish at 56th. This was a major disappointment and a big problem for my fitness, as I realized that I was not ready yet. But then I realized a way to solve this problem, i was going to train as hard as i could, 100% commitment. I was going to push myself to the limit with my fellow team mates. That was the only way of solving the problem		thedeceptionist Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt. A Little Something About Me I enjoy sports .Hanging out with friends .Playing video games .How very ordinary		partnersincrime A link Daniel's blog link Patrick's blog B link Jon's blog link Jay's blog C link Danial's blog link Jarryl's blog D link Weida's blog link More at my classes blog! backtoyesterday + my first blog wheni'mgone + January 2011 takeabow An accidentality production Inspiration from DancingSheep & BONBON:D		theventingmachine