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HSR Sakkath Run 10K
The alarm clock chirped at an ungodly hour, but for once, I didn’t contemplate throwing it across the room. It was May 3rd, 2026, the day of the HSR Sakkath Run, and the excitement was real.
The morning kicked off with a serious high note: the Zumba warm-up. If there is anything more chaotic and joyful than a few hundred runners trying to coordinate rhythmic hip-shaking while fueled by pre-race jitters, I haven't seen it. We danced our hearts out, probably burning half our energy before the starting gun even fired.
Having done all my previous runs in the familiar loops of Cubbon Park, the HSR route was a breath of fresh air. I set off with a singular mission. My previous personal best was a sub-70-minute finish, but today, I was hunting for that elusive sub-65.
I spent the first few kilometers playing a high-stakes game of "tag" with the 65-minute pacer. I’d gain on him, feel like a champion, and then watch his '65 minutes' engraved flag fly away again. Luckily, I crossed paths with Rajesh, the run influencer. I figured if I stayed in his orbit, I’d at least look good for any cameras, so I focused on running alongside him to maintain my rhythm.
The route was smooth and the volunteers were absolute legends, cheering us on at every hydration station like we were Olympic finalists. Everything was blissful—until the last 500 meters. Someone clearly had a dark sense of humor because they placed an insane incline right at the finish line. My lungs were questioning my life choices, but I pushed through.
I crossed the line with the clock showing 64 minutes and change. Mission accomplished! The medal was a stunner, and the breakfast—mercifully—was delicious. Seeing my friends all grin over their own new PBs was the cherry on top. It was a "Sakkath" morning indeed!
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