This year marked my third City2Surf in my undies - yep, just me, my Luckies, and a t-shirt screaming Got Discharge? Get Luckies.
The night before, I fuelled up like the elite athlete I am - a beer and a plate of char kway teow. No regrets!
It was a cold start but no rain (I prob would have piked if I knew what I was in for). It was flinging it down by a few kms in. But weirdly I wasn't as nervous as previous years. I had my friends with me, braving it alongside me every single step.
Somewhere on the course, a girl ran past and asked, “What’s Luckies?”
Without missing a beat, I yelled back, “My underwear brand!”
And I can’t help but wonder - was it her order I packed today? Was it you Lisa?
By the time I crossed the finish line, I was freezing, but this year I was smart - I’d stashed trackie pants and one of my hubby’s old hoodies in a drop bag at the end. And let’s not forget the very important chips and gravy refuel before heading home.
Will I do it again? Absolutely. Because running in my undies isn’t just a stunt - it’s my way of starting conversations women have been told to whisper about. And every funny look, curious question, and new customer means the message is getting out there.
However when the news channels eventually call, I'll definitely answer...