It was a mixture of somberness and excitement as the bus moved slowly against the traffic jam, then past the rows of heavily French buildings in Phnom Penh, from its denseness to scarceness and finally out into the countryside where all we could see were kampong houses lined up along the roadside with expansive paddy fields in the background. It’s always sad to say good bye to a place that you have traveled to and grown quite fond of because…
It would be the day when we’d have to say good bye to the beautiful city of Phnom Penh. Thinking that we didn’t have much time to spare, I grabbed my shoes and went for a little run on the riverside of Tonle Sap river. It would be my very last run before I joined a few thousands runners to battle it out at the Angkor Wat Marathon.
So, I opened my marathon saga this year by running for the Brooks’ Half-Marathon about two weeks ago. It would be my very first time of running after a curfew of about three months with the last run being the Angkor Wat Half-Marathon. For such a long break, I had every reason to be worried. You know how stamina doesn’t cling to you for too long. It has its own way of disappearing into the thin air JUST LIKE THAT…