it feels really different running up those slopes at north bouna vista road last night. i used to run that route every tuesday for 2 years with the team, after which we’ll have our weekly meeting at eusoff hall. by the time our meetings end, i’ll either have to rush for the last bus, or cab it home (lihui & PG didn’t drive then).

after a 1 year hiatus from that route, it’s a nostalgic feeling to recognize the neverending park, haw par villa, the duck rice stall, the winding uphill path, all over again.

and it feels good. only this time, i feel much lighter and stronger.