You know how 30 minutes can feel like an extremely long and painful hour?

When you’re a freaking pork (according to the boyfriend) and try to train for a 14km marathon run by the name of Genting-freaking-Trailblazer 2 weeks before the actual day.

You know I probably can’t even walk 14 km.

What more rush through 14km of golf course, jungle and muddy obstacle courses – all before lunch.

What got into us?

I think we got possessed by the temporary overwhelming ‘girl power’-spirit or whatever.

I PAID 190BUX to torture myself.. ohmygod..