Being an 'excuse- aholic' sometimes, I always think of excuses before embarking on something. Lack of confident maybe? Or just my weak personality? Came PD half marathon, my excuses should I did worse was: my shoes were yet to be conditioned. Even on the day itself, another excuse was ... raining.
The long shower lasted through out the race, I must admit, my pants was wet, but not by me. It got stronger a while, weaker sometimes, and wind was kind of pushing me off my track. Not to mention pools and puddles of mud with occasionally cars driving into them. Splash!
There was no need to slow down for water station nor sponge station, we were all constantly hydrated. Air was crispy cool all the time, each intake counteracted the hot blood rushing to the lungs, sending fresh oxidised blood to the heart. Efficiency was up by 10% or more!
Yet there was no euphoric- orgasm feeling for the whole journey. Must remember to wear a non- absorbant- sleeveless shirt next time. Part of the road I was shirtless, I'd always wanted to do that. No police chasing after me for obscenity, hahaha!
After 10 km, the race was about how strong one's mind is. Training was good, but mind is more important. Knowing the fact I'd done it once, I could do it again, helped. It's always hard to start something, not so hard to keep it going, but kind of hard to go faster. That, was Newton's Law.
It was again the jubilant moment to cross the finishing line, even more exciting to get a meddle, and utterly astonished to learn that the time was 2 hours 8 minutes! My personal best! Phew...
So there was no need to use any excuse, but to train harder. It'll be a whole new experience when I'm back on the treadmills, knowing what I'm capable of. Next: breaking the 4km within 20mins barrier!
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Self Made Hero
Ngae is back from 'Marathon Des Sables'. We've met and shared, it was most exhilarating. He is a hero among us. Only, among us. For such achievement, if you've expected wide coverage by the media, you'd be disappointed.
I wonder what Ngae's gona do next? That's the highest anyone can go in their pyramid of needs, self actualization. There's no regret in life, and that's what's life should be. Doing the things you like most, going all out and achieving it.
So if you hate your job, or don't know what you like to do, start doing something new. That might open up new doors, give you a glimpse of what's really out there than the internet. Or blogs, for this matter, hahaha
I wonder what Ngae's gona do next? That's the highest anyone can go in their pyramid of needs, self actualization. There's no regret in life, and that's what's life should be. Doing the things you like most, going all out and achieving it.
So if you hate your job, or don't know what you like to do, start doing something new. That might open up new doors, give you a glimpse of what's really out there than the internet. Or blogs, for this matter, hahaha
Saturday, April 7, 2007
From Happy Feet to Happy Penis
No, Happy Penis had nothing to do with Happy Feet. Now you see, Mr. Happy Penis is an icon who is living the real 'Malaysian Dream'. Mawi and Dato K aside, that is.
Every little child in the country knows bout the story of this small village boy with a very humble background, rise to the top of fame as a local hero. Despite his effort to remain anonymous and helping the needy in shadows, he was made famous by an enemy who invaded his modesty. Alas, true hero had the last victory and he was granted a Palace by the King, and as all the children know, they lived happily ever after.
From a village in the Melacca state, he started off like every other ordinary Malaysian, he worked as a railroad operator, clerk, etc. He worked hard, and soon his perseverance and determination won him many hearts. A samaritan, many regard him as a father figure. They had stand up to defend him in his hard time, calling him 'Bapa'.
Most heroes were remembered for their single heroic act, but this Hero, he had done so many good deeds so quietly; though trivial to some, all that he safed always speak fondly of him.
On his course defending the weaks and mustering a petty wealth, he developed envious enemies. They attacked him, tearing down his earnest 'Satay House' with libelous accusations that it was illegally erected. They used the legal term: 'Erectile Dysfunction'. It was the darkest moment in history, evil had its first laugh. Further violent allegations had cost him his job in a Local Public Service Center. He volunteerily accepted his 'Premature Ejaculation'.
When the world gang up upon him, he didn't loose his faith in people and continued his benevolence acts. Soon the King knew about his perilous effort to make the world a better place. He was granted a piece of land to construct a Social Care and Aid for the underpriviledged, what he does best.
Today, his noble achievement is widely known among Malaysia, his children are respectable patriots in the same Local Public Service Center, vowing to follow his footsteps. Many has learned well from his chivalrous undertaking and setting up many other Social Care and Aid for the underpriviledged in the country. It is forseen that his true story will go down well in the history marking the beginning of a golden era in this country.
So it seems, all (maybe most) of the kids in this country want to grow up and be like Mr. Happy Penis. Truly a 'Malaysian Dream' comes true.
Every little child in the country knows bout the story of this small village boy with a very humble background, rise to the top of fame as a local hero. Despite his effort to remain anonymous and helping the needy in shadows, he was made famous by an enemy who invaded his modesty. Alas, true hero had the last victory and he was granted a Palace by the King, and as all the children know, they lived happily ever after.
From a village in the Melacca state, he started off like every other ordinary Malaysian, he worked as a railroad operator, clerk, etc. He worked hard, and soon his perseverance and determination won him many hearts. A samaritan, many regard him as a father figure. They had stand up to defend him in his hard time, calling him 'Bapa'.
Most heroes were remembered for their single heroic act, but this Hero, he had done so many good deeds so quietly; though trivial to some, all that he safed always speak fondly of him.
On his course defending the weaks and mustering a petty wealth, he developed envious enemies. They attacked him, tearing down his earnest 'Satay House' with libelous accusations that it was illegally erected. They used the legal term: 'Erectile Dysfunction'. It was the darkest moment in history, evil had its first laugh. Further violent allegations had cost him his job in a Local Public Service Center. He volunteerily accepted his 'Premature Ejaculation'.
When the world gang up upon him, he didn't loose his faith in people and continued his benevolence acts. Soon the King knew about his perilous effort to make the world a better place. He was granted a piece of land to construct a Social Care and Aid for the underpriviledged, what he does best.
Today, his noble achievement is widely known among Malaysia, his children are respectable patriots in the same Local Public Service Center, vowing to follow his footsteps. Many has learned well from his chivalrous undertaking and setting up many other Social Care and Aid for the underpriviledged in the country. It is forseen that his true story will go down well in the history marking the beginning of a golden era in this country.
So it seems, all (maybe most) of the kids in this country want to grow up and be like Mr. Happy Penis. Truly a 'Malaysian Dream' comes true.
Friday, April 6, 2007
Happy Feet
Two days since the KLIM run, thighs felt sore and hurt at any attempt to move faster. Unable to bend legs and having trouble going up staircases. Both feet could use a little massage, and a lot of rest. It seemed there'd be no running for another few more days!
Can’t believe I’d cross the finishing line, coach and the rest were all there. I told them my time was 2:29:55, they said I did a good job! I just wanna take off my shoes, my dear Reebok since 2002, the sole fell off. They were strong, they were loyal, and they didn’t give way till the last 100 metres. With great difficulty, I sat down on the pavement, despite the scorching heat.
From SOGO, the STAR LRT was in sight, I gathered all that’s left of my strength and dashed for the ‘FINISHING LINE’ banner. Came closer, I saw the signboard and remembered that we had to go around the block one more time. Like the Chinese saying, ‘Strength and spirit high at the 1st roll of drum, fade away at the 2nd roll, and die off at the 3rd’. I felt like the fourth, maybe fifth… Like a zombie, I hauled my stiffened body ahead.
Such onerous suffering, could there be an answer to the question I sought? Am I just chasing wind? One thing for sure, I don’t want to be swept, I want to make it under the qualifying time. This is a test, if I failed, it’ll make my subsequent trial even more perilous.
The fatigue gave rise to a new sensation, sparking new ideas as I shambled forward like a lemming. If, life was a race, the ones who were well prepared and trained will get top places. Most would just barely qualify, some would fail. Everybody heads for the same destination; some would get there first because of the effort they put in much earlier on. And these efforts build up not in just one day, but it gradually and continuously shape the future of the person.
Almost half way thru, I felt my weight lightened, breathing eased, and movement smoothened. I picked up pace, overtaking a few people, and yet I felt like nothing! I was told later that I might be in the state of ‘Runner’s High’… kind of like orgasm while running…
Sky was dark, but the road was well lit. I tried to free my mind and concentrate only on breathing and pacing, much like when Neo’s attempting his first jump (Remember Matrix?). My eyes were wandering, that I couldn’t help. Couldn’t make out those KL roads, they looked so different, and so long.
In the midst of runners, feeling lonely as the clock on
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