After my 2.5-hour walk-run-climb routine at Bukit Timah this morning, I am satisfied that I have finally burnt every drop of alcohol I had imbibed and morsel of food indulged over the last 2 days.
I've come to realise that climbing hills is a lot tougher than running in the park. I'm impatient and like to scramble up the hill quickly, stressing my heart in the process. By the time I reach the summit, I would be huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf.
Enroute to the top, I came across this fit looking mom with her reluctant little girl in tow. "Come on. We're almost at the summit", she said.
I overtook them and made my way up quickly. On my way down, I come across them again. This time, her daughter was standing in the middle of the trail, howling her heart out. But mommy wasn't moved. "Stop crying. Start climbing!" The little girl refused to budge. She was still there crying some 15 minutes later, when I went by them again for the second time.
Her mom must be trying to toughen her up, hoping that her daughter would grow up looking like her. Even for a seasoned climber, I find the ascend in the humid forest rather strenuous. It must be punishing for a 3 year old girl. Oh well, it's none of my business.
On hindsight, it's not right to allow a little girl to pollute a tranquil rainforest with her incessant crying.