So, I did it today. Ran 10km without stopping, with less whining in the beginning, and with my legs still intact. The gals and I met up bright and early at 6:30am and headed straight to the Padang for warm-ups. First thing we noticed - PA has rather strong org spirit (no, not referring to some ghost or alcohol).
The route was longer and tougher than I expected - afterall, I never ran more than 8km prior to this and I always entertained the urge to just stop and give my poor body a break. Hah. Not this time. I fought the monsters in my head and told myself to not let the legs stop chugging. Chug along, chug along...
Helped that I was focused on my breathing and a certain derriere belonging to a runner 3m in front of moi. No, her cheeks were not particularly alluring or what (couldn't tell from the loose shorts anyway)...but I just had to keep my eyes from looking too far ahead as it would get me all demoralised finding out how far I really was from the endpoint. Yeah, I know. Weird.
Anyways. We all did great (: Last note - exercise does release endorphins. Woo hoo!