Mr Max Woon died in a fall while training for the Mount Kinabalu International Climbathon in Malaysia.
I don't know him, but as a runner, I felt he was a kindred spirit. I probably ran in a couple of the same races that he did, like The Performance Series at Gardens by the Bay.
It was heartbreaking to read the tributes to Mr Woon on the running-related Facebook pages I follow.
Yesterday, a group of runners gathered at Bedok Reservoir for a run in memory of Mr Woon.
You know, I used to scoff at the idea of a running "community".
Now I see that a community does exist — sadly, only after it came together to honour a fallen comrade.
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