Desiree Koh:
I have never particularly believed in bad omens -- for example, I didn't think Bartman would kill our chances of getting to the World Series in 2003 and Ashe sprinting across my path on countless occasions has never really brought any ill luck.
Desiree Koh:
My hard luck left knee nursing yet another swelling in its long and illustrious career of bearing the brunt of my worst injuries.
Desiree Koh:
Smart biathletes going through the proper warm-ups before the race.
Desiree Koh:
Me and Tribob classmates Agnes and Wai Fong.
Desiree Koh:
The START line.
Desiree Koh:
And away we go!
Desiree Koh:
View of the race from about 250 metres into the swim, or one-sixth of the 1.5-kilometre distance. No such waves in Monroe Harbor.
Desiree Koh:
The Promised Land.
Desiree Koh:
Back on shore, Dad was waiting for me to come out of the water.
Desiree Koh:
Land ho!
Desiree Koh:
Once again, as in the Tri, I spent too much time in the transition area. I really need to stop chatting and socialising with people and get a move on, but then again, what's the fun in that?
Desiree Koh:
I probably spent about six minutes in transition, three of which were spent putting on my shoes and running gear.
Desiree Koh:
Three for... whatever.
Desiree Koh:
I mean, seriously. Was I dressing up for my wedding or something?
Desiree Koh:
I even managed to rip off half of my tag and had to fix it.
Desiree Koh:
Running past the transition area again after a loop past Lagoon.
Desiree Koh:
The fairy tale ending kicked in -- "Born to Run" came on as soon as I saw the 9km sign.
Desiree Koh:
They must have thought Sasa was participating, too.
Desiree Koh:
The transition area post-race.
Desiree Koh:
My biggest fan and I biked home in the rain.
Desiree Koh:
Me and my tag.
Desiree Koh:
Me and my temporary tattoo.