It poured today at 4.15 a.m. in the morning.
I was sad.
I was so sad.
The mental preparations made the night before to take on the roads of Changi.
Calling it a night early instead of mugging hard through dusk and burning whatever midnight oil I had left.
I laid down in my bed in tears.
My training plans lay in ruins before me.
Then I closed my eyes.
And I was happy.
The clock struck 12 p.m.
I awoke.
And I was elated.
The ride will be pushed till this evening.
Let's hope it rains again.
So I can be sad again.
I should start my mugging soon.
Cause I am not making any sense.
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