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I woke up at 4 a.m. The sky was still a sweeping shadow outside; and the streets of Yau Ma Tei still slumbered. The only hint of something amiss was the scant attire of the dozen or so passengers waiting on the MTR platform at 4:30.
By the time one started for the perilous crossing between the red and blue trains at Admiralty station, however, it became obvious that a special treat lay in store for whoever dared to journey east on the island line; at the very least, one could guarantee an excruciating ride in a train cabin as packed as cattle car, nary an inch of space to spare inside.
I arrived at Tin Hau station with 20 minutes to spare before the starting gun would, at last, commence a 10km journey that, in my life, has been four years in the making. Disregarding traffic for the sake of shaving a few seconds off my commute, I dashed over to the main library where the CityU delegation would muster; and after laying down my bag, my colleagues and I hastily being shepherded together for a team photo, we all ran as one to the starting line.
The starting line was far away. I didn't anticipate the almost one kilometer span separating the finish line from the start; neither did I consider the crowds, which, so close to the starting line, had congealed into one immovable, impenetrable force of nature. Around 300 meters from the line, I gave up my futile attempts to wade through the rock. In carving my way through the multitude, and in allowing precious seconds to tick away even before my journey could begin, I could only be patient; and of course, thankful for an opportunity to be a part of this athletic spectacular.
More than two minutes later, I finally crossed the starting line. The race was on! For the next four kilometers, not only would I wend my way through the throng, but I would also power over the granite undulations of the Island Easter Corridor, the lights of which, operating like small stars on this intergalactic highway, lit up my path in pale hues of orange.
I was happy to be running. Indeed, so great was my joy that I let loose a torrent of praise and worship to God, for providing me with two fresh legs on which to run, and a city, gathered together in communion, for which I could pray and give abundant thanks. I'm grateful.
My pace picked up at the 4km turnaround point; and my steps really thundered by the weary herd at around the 7km mark, when, at last, I could spot kilometer posts with regularity. The pack had thinned considerably; it was not a fortuitous time to have feet of stone, but to be fleet of foot; and to watch the crowds trudge along on the other side of the barrier while I whisked myself away, in my mind towards the finish line. The Clif shot that I took fifteen minutes before the race began to kick in, I believe, and, refreshed by the water I had been drinking at the station - in my experience, it pays to slow down enough to drink two full cups at each station - and renewed by prayer, I was in excellent condition.
As I ascended the final acclivity which turns runners sharply from the harbor before plummeting them, as though on a roller coaster track, down alongside Victoria Park, I put what I had left in my legs onto the stones below; everything had to go. 400 meters from the finish, the fans shouting and cheering from the sidelines, I shifted into my highest gear and motored by several competitors; but, as always, there was one who tried to get away, obviously spooked by my lusty pursuit. He ran hard, and I ran with him. Soon enough, in our last gasp duel, we had caught up with another runner. We were on the runway, the homestretch, 150 meters from a well-deserved rest, and my nemesis, whose long legs no doubt proved the difference, proceeded to leave us in his wake; that just left me and him. The other guy screamed and charged headlong towards the end. Despite my entreaties, my body had had enough and wouldn't cooperate: I finished a second behind him.
My official time was a shade under 41:00; and my chip time will most likely dip below 38:45. The result is surprising because it was faster than I had anticipated. Maybe, if I had known how prodigious my vigor would be, even so early in the morning, I would have woken up earlier to eek out a more advantageous spot at the start of the race so as not to expend so much energy over several kilometers to weave around thousands of other runners; thus, more slivers of seconds could have been mine to dispose of; and that shall definitely be a consideration for next year. For now, I'm happy to have finished the race, to have run well, and to be full of joy in doing so!
London Calling Dani is wearing:
Awesome jeans - HazelStreetDezigns on etsy
Top - elastic underbelt from Oshogatsu Barbie
Stole - Colour Infusion Experiment 4
Shoes - Jamieshow "Gaga" Shoes
Bracelets - Trend Spotted Tulabelle, Own the Moment Aria & Colour Infusion Experiment 4
This view reminds me of looking into an old mesh satellite. With the color so vibrant, and the center split- this seems to be intergalactic.
I am a first year student in Sligo IT Fine Art and our first project for Semester 1 was 'Changing Worlds.'
When I was little I remember getting a few injections, since having children they seem to get have to get vaccinations every 6 months until they're 5.
I feel very strongly that most children don't need to get all of these injections and decided that 'Changing Worlds' would be about the actual viruses and molecules we have to 'fight' against.
Part of Nuit Blanche, Event Horizon is an installation piece with a simulated alien spaceship crash and a tent containing a "unfolding intergalactic miracle"
Semaine Intergalactic zad.nadir.org/spip.php?article4677 autour du chantier de la cabane Ambazada zad.nadir.org/spip.php?article4678 du 17 au 24 aout 2017, sur la zone à Défendre de Notre-Dame-des-Landes
Semaine Intergalactic zad.nadir.org/spip.php?article4677 autour du chantier de la cabane Ambazada zad.nadir.org/spip.php?article4678 du 17 au 24 aout 2017, sur la zone à Défendre de Notre-Dame-des-Landes
Captain Marvel - Space Avenger type Poster Billboard AD - Brie Larson as Carol Danvers / Vers / Captain Marvel - intergalactic soldier marvel shield comic book super hero billboard movie poster - Theatre holiday ornaments film poster on 34th Street and 8th Avenue in New York City 03/30/2019 NYC Advertisement pop popular art mural American star space police blue sky March 2019 comics comicbook books comicbooks crime fighter
Rusty, Rocky and Romeo "bust out some fresh moves?"
Is that correct termonology? =-P
A vignette with a light!
patrick made a special version for me with the intergalactic logo on the back of the shirt. it's beautiful.
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Today our story and sketch "by me" begins here in the Crimea, as we see Saky Gofish, piloting his
Saky Stratos Skimmer, away from the Saky Crimea Posh Resort, on the land given to Saky by his Pal,
and Vodka sipping, best human friend, Vlad Putin. Let's start at the beginning of that life long
(long life for Saky) not so long for Vlad, but that is a story for another time. The two meet when
the young Vlad was a young Pioneer, (boy scout type youth group, but much more sinister), it seems
the young Vlad was kind of a short kid with an attitude, but was really picked on by the bigger
pioneers. One day the group of Pioneers were sent on a mission into the Icy Cold (December 17th) area
just outside St Petersburg, (not Florida), The troop was on a winter camp out, but the adult leaders
ran out of Vodka, and decided to send the youths to look for a reported UFO in the area, while they
went into town for supplies. Well as you can guess, (or maybe not), the Older boys threw the young
Vlad down into a snow filled ravine, and took off back to the camp site, just as a blizzard was hitting
the area. This was two days before Saky heard the soft whimpering of a boy. And that would be Vlad.
Nearly frozen and scared, Saky took him back to his Intergalactic Hopper Saucer, feed Vlad a few Moon
Pies and thawed him out. It would be days before the search party gave up looking for Vlad. Not sure
what to do with this young Pioneer youth, who Saky was beginning to really like, so he decided to
take Vlad back to the home Moon (Lippo the Blue Moon), Saky learned the Russian language, as did
the rest of the family on Lippo. They taught Vlad self defence, (Lippo Slam), a form of Whoopass Judo.
In case he ran into his Pioneer Pals, back on Earth. Which he did, but that is a story for another time.
Saky returned Vlad to Earth after a few years. In the years that followed, Vlad had become quite self
confident, and went on to become a star in Earth Politics, so when Saky returned for a visit to see his
Pal Vlad, many years later,Vlad gave Saky a large plot of an area known as Crimea, and that is where
you see in this sketch, the beautiful Saky Crimea Posh Resort. Saky and Vlad are still best friends,
and often Vlad spends weekends at the resort remembering old times on Lippo, over an adult Gulp Vodka or two.
Hope you enjoy happy endings as much as we do at the Rod Blog, Taa ta
Friends, choose them wisely, and keep them in your circle of life.
Because blue meets blue.
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