Run like its your last run

We started in the dark. Seventeen runners, one bridge, one shared playlist. The first kilometer is always the loudest — everyone talking over each other, settling in. By kilometer five, the conversation thins out and the city wakes up around you.

The Speed Cap got its name from runs like this. Light enough you forget you're wearing it, structured enough to hold form when you sweat through three hours of effort.

By 8 AM we were eating roti canai on the other side. The run was the easy part.