woops. an outdated photo taken last year. the blue-hooded creature lurking nearby the tree is whitney. if i remember right, iza took this photo. pier 39 during thanksgiving/christmas is absolutely brimming with life. ah good times. and good times now too. its so good to be back home for christmas. finally! Merry Christmas, my dear friends in Davis, KL, Spore, Ipoh ,Japan, Paraguay, Korea, Mexico, or wherever you are! Have a joyful one, ya
My first half-marathon (21km) which I had originally planned to do in Nov 2005. Due to workload and the pressure to 'not lose it' during my Junior year, which is the toughest year for students (which is true!!!) in American varsities, I had to let my training bring over to the next year. It was my first race in the US, and I loved every single bit of it! Running across the Golden Gate Bridge and under around the bay, it was the dream run I had always imagined it to be. My time? 2:18. Not bad for starters!
My first marathon (42.195km)! Yay! And it was a blessing indeed, to have been able to train with Whitney for it. Not only were we unprepared for it (we had both strained our muscles 2 weeks prior to the race), but we also finished within 6 hours! I hold dear memories of this race. Finishing time? 5:44.
I called this my Birthday run, a gift to myself. Reason was that it was just 2 days before my 23rd birthday. I found myself feeling rather funky with my new haircut, so I figured, why not LOOK funky too? Hence the band and that silly smile plastered on my face! Ha. This was a wonderful race simply because it took us around Davis, the place where I stayed and studied for 4 years! Even though Whit and I would run 6, 10, 15 miles around Davis, this took me on a pretty different route to West Davis. At certain points, I felt like Dorothy in Wizard of Oz because of the golden colored fields and farming land that we ran by. Finishing time - 2:12
Yay for this one! Ryan, Whit, and I traveled all the way to San Diego and even got stuck in Mexico for a night! Hahaha. As usual, I wasn't 100% prepared for this run, so I was basically praying that I wouldn't get injured. Turns out that God kept us all alive, through the insane San Diego summer heat! You won't be able to see it, but we all got sunburnt badly. I looked like a lobster the next day. This run was really memorable to me because I actually drank half a cup of beer midway! Yes, beer. Um, it was hot, the beer was cool..I gave in. I want to believe that it helped me go on, because after that the race seemed easier, or maybe because being a little drunk takes away the pain a little. LOL. Anyway, this was my last run in the States before I returned, so definitely memorable even if it were not for the beer incident. Finishing time - 5:22
Now, this is the race that I had trained diligently like a good girl for 4 months! And I am proud of myself for being able to run 33km within 3:45 with pacing. What happened beyond 34 km was out of my control (yea, i was working towards a sub 5 race). Basically, both my quads jammed big time. Like, seriously. I don't really know how it happened, but I suspect that too much Mentholatum and too little salt intake had to do with it. Without Whit around, I guess that I just forgot to down a packet of salt (YUCK!) prior to the race. Hehe. But, nvm. I trained well for it, and I ran it well. What amazed me was that my recovery rate took only 48 hours! Yes, no kidding. I was up and about on my two feet without any pain or aches by Tuesday! And see that guy in red up there? Well, I believe he was a godsend. I was 1 km away from the finish line, glycogen-depleted, lactose-infused muscled and all, when he came by me and said "come on! Let's go! Home run!" And together, we semi-ran/hobbled to the end. Hey man, if you ever happen to chance upon this blog, Thanks! cos i never got to thank you that day. Finishing time - 5:40
Well, I believe its not too late for me to join in the game. I am rather serious on not becoming a scientist! Yay. On to greater heights!You go galMore updates coming soon. Wait till I get a hold of my laptop and wireless connection in Ipoh
BTW folks, this is an awesome book! Everyone should read it! No kidding
And this just out of the box. I'm a sanguine! Yay. Wasn't really sure until Iqliema convinced me. I always thought I was more of a choleric. Maybe its because I never liked the seemingly sanguine crowd back then in high school . I just felt that they were all fakes. Cynical me back then. Ha! Maybe I was just more of a thinker then than now. LOL. But yes, they were fakes. And they probably still are
Pictures, to be up in my next entry
Honestly speaking, I haven't been feeding myself as well as I had planned. Partly because I find myself squeezing in time to eat and when I'm rushing to shove food into my mouth, I can't eat a lot. Which is what i need to do! Eat a loT! It's what we long distance runners call 'carbo loading' before the day of the42.195. Only 3 more days to go, and I know I should be doing better in terms of food.Taking it from Ipoh to KL..


I will probably never forget the last 10 miler I did with Mui and roadrunners last Sunday. It was a cool and dark morning around 5.30am, and the full moon glowed its yellowish-white shine against the dark morning sky. I noticed it only after we passed by D.R. Park, on the flyover over to town. The image of the bright full moon above us as we ran up the flyover. Priceless.
This image does not even come close to the real thing of that lovely morning...
Allow me explain how a running group of friends is so very different. Runners share a passion that is very much different than, say, a passion for shopping or traveling, etc. This passion is one of struggle, of waking up at 4am to run in the wee hours of the morning, pounding away for hours at a time during our long runs. And when all you have is yourself, the sky above, and the road beneath your feet, it creates an eerie sort of feeling that is at the same time, euphoric. The forward movement, the forceful strides, the rhythmic breathing, and the psychological battle in your mind - how do you describe this to a non-runner? How do you describe this wondrous ability of the human body to run, but to a fellow runner?
How do I describe the strength, energy, determination, and team work of runners? Each individual is running for him and herself. But yet working together as a group, where the winner is each person against him and herself. ANd what about the satisfaction we feel, when we pass by the occasional reflective glass of a car shop? We see ourselves, with our individual running styles, like a pack of wild animals on the road giving off an energetic aura. We run, we perservere, and we inspire.
As Miles, my favorite Runners World's contributor always says, "Waddle on, folks!"