In Singapore, I expected to feel like a giant.
There are so many ways I was wrong about what this country would be like. During the marathon on Sunday I spit, chewed gum, and even did the "farmer blow" (if you don't know what that is, ask a runner). I wore a jog bra and running shorts. No shirt. No caning.
Doing a marathon in 90 degree heat with 90 percent humidity wasn't easy. I drank two cups of water at every aid station and dumped one over my head. It took me a half hour longer than my eas...
Published on December 07, 2009 16:30