Can't. Feel. My. Legs.
Overall, just under a hundred people, raising over $20,000.
In the typical Malaysian kiasu-ism, although this wasn't a race, I was zipping past people, or impatiently waiting behind
Km 11-20: (KNCCB. What can't that person ride faster? Dang it I'm gonna overtake)
Km 21-30: Thighs and back start to ache.
Km 31-35 uphill: Butt muscles start to twitch and threaten to cramp. And no, this was not from what I ate last night.
Km 36-40: (Gaah. What is that smell?? Oh. Manure)
Km 41-45: Starts hallucinating. Sees recurring images of a cool, lush desert wadi. With a char kuey teow stall beside it. And a Heineken van.
Km 46- Finish: (Gotta be number one. Gotta be number one. Gotta be number one) (And I think I did finish number one in my group. Though this wasn't a race)
I bet Lance Armstrong would never have put up with this.
Okay, that last part was a joke. This was a great, no, AWESOME day. A day when people got together to raise funds for a good cause. And you, my readers, contributed so generously (thank you, really) though I did have my doubts about your motives (to help diabetics, or to see me topless?).
A promise is a promise, and since I exceeded my goal of $200, you get a topless picture (just remember to throw up into the toilet, and not your keyboard).