The night trail run felt like a prelude and warm up to an in-camp outfield. The endless slopes and hills, the familiar sights and location of Lorong Asrama, the crowd and not to mention the mud. It was a good experience albeit a tiring one. As usual there is nothing more satisfying than the zi char late dinner after the 2 runs.

Reality kicked in when I got back home and actually went about removing the various bio-hazardous items from their bags, the dirty clothes and mud infused shoes. I actually washed the shoes again today although they had already been washed that fateful night for there was still that mud smell. Eeew... Yes, I'm anal in that sense.

Anyone anymore next year? HAHA.