Running

running has always been a strange friend. i never really got to like running until my 1st 21km which was in my final year in poly. hence it strike me the idea to do the 42km. believe me i was out of my mind then and it was too late to chicken out. i ran my 1st 42km in 2003. as a 1st timer i was pretty unprepared i taped my feet i wore the smoothest runner and pray i survived thru the run. after 5.5hrs later. i landed myself in the finishing line with abrasions, with sore, with pain in my knee and with the medal around my neck that begin my dangerous liaison with running.

did a surgery in 2004 and was told that i was advise not to run anymore. i felt disappointed but yet i cannot let go of this passion, this stubbornness in me. in 2005/6 i gatecrashed my 2nd marathon. its a stupid experience. but i hell enjoyed it.

since then i ran on/off. till 2008 came i promised myself to make a comeback and do myself a 3rd marathon. Dec 8, 2008. i did my 3rd marathon all the route have changed. marina south were closed. but padang remains the only finish venue. this time round it was different. i didn't had a chance to break my personal timing. but i gain more a finishing moment with a friend. 1 i motivated thru-out the run.