Going uphill

Mount Faber, 43 km. After a two-hour pounding last night, my knee hurts. But it's not the running that weighs me down. Still, I get up and cycle up Mount Faber; the highest tarred road for cycling in Singapore. I sit on a roadie's tail but the high rotational mass of my knobby tyres and a heavy heart weighs me down. My heart and lungs struggle. This is bearable because I know it won't last. I throttle back and the pain eases. And that's how one copes: see things in perspective. The pain is there, the road is long. But along the road, there is hope, because of hope in things unseen.