It has been a quite positive week so far. The only setback is our pool has been closed for almost 2 weeks now, no thanks to the naughty-ies who threw rocks etc and broke the pool tiles everywhere. It's amazing when you think people from some of the richest countries in the world, comes to stay and enjoy our hospitalities, and doing lots of physical damage to our properties, because they are mentally stupid. Sigh!
Anyway, weekend is coming, and there is no good to shoot our BP over trivial matters out of our control. I just want to write to celebrate my 2-years anniversary with competitive running, if I may say, although I have never won anything. O wait, it's purely recreational.
2 years ago was my first 10k, in the Shoestring Run, running around Kota Kemuning. Months earlier, I have started walking in a bid to lose a lot of weights, and Ian persuaded that I upped my target etc etc, and introduced me to the word 'training', where it sounds like a very long time ago - and peaking at 6k.
I remember it was a struggle, a mighty struggle, even..., and standing among the odd 100-runners that morning was bone-chilling. Runners warming up, stretching their long, slender calves... and by the gun-off, everyody was scampering. An eye-opener really. Like football, I did not know what these runners were chasing for.
Yeah, little did I know.
The rest was running on a mostly flat surface, with Ian on my side, cheering and pushing me on. OK, not cheering, but pushing. I do not remember the exact routes, but I do remember that was the longest 10k I have ever moved. I did 10k at the gym prior to the race, but never taking it on the road.
Man, the fresh morning air, the marshals, the camaraderie from other runners, and the highs from finishing - addictive. So much so, I quickly registered the next race after that. People say that the first cut is the deepest (OK, it was Sheryl Crow), and it was, in a good way.
I didn't run the Shoestring Run this year, as I sent Iris for her trial swim class, but I would have. It was a nice community run, which is nice to be replicated to all small communities all over. I have seen growth in numbers of joggers/runners around my area, which some uncles and aunties I see extending towards Wangsa Maju area.
This week, I am slowly going back to my runs. Some days were good, and some days I felt my dragging both heavy feet. My hamstring hurts from the physiotherapies (core strengthening exercises), and my back hurt a little running uphills, and my knees felt wobbly and rusty when running downhills. I am staying well within the 50% HR, but it was OK.
Run, FatBoy, Run!
Happy Anniversary, Shoestring!