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November 18, 2016
Japan's Travel Stories on Nihon no Monogatari
I've started a travel blog for stories from my wanderings in Japan called Nihon no Monogatari: A Malaysian Serial Traveler in Japan.
Please come visit!
Yoroshiku onegai shimasu :)
My First Sub-5 Marathon in Malaysia at Putrajaya Night Marathon 2016
Finally I ran my first sub-5 hours marathon on the Malaysian soil last Saturday night – or should I say last early Sunday morning – at the 2016 Putrajaya Night Marathon (PNM).
Photo by MY Runners
It was also my 3rd sub-5 full marathon, which, even though 55 seconds shy of my personal best, was the confidence I needed to call it a year. It has been a mixed of ups and downs in 2016, with new achievements unlocked (ran 5 full marathons, with 3 sub-5, a sub 2:10 half marathon with podium placing) but also with very bad training regime.
Talking about training, I had been lazy after a half marathon back in September. Instead of my usual non-negotiable 21 km LSD on Friday morning, I frequently revised it down to 15 km, sometimes 12 km, sometimes none at all. A lot of excuses justified my laziness (safety, hujan, etc etc). I did focus more on speed works (started doing interval runs!), which tempo runs becoming my staple
It was only two weeks before PNM that I finally pulled myself together and forced down a 21 km LSD. My slacking showed; it was an agonizing run – my steps were heavy, my breathing was labored, my whole system was screaming from phantom pain. But I intentionally took the route that would force me to run back anyway so even with such a resistance, I got my 21 km. The next day, I ran another 11-12 km, while in the next two weeks, I did some easy 8 km.
Did I have a game plan?
If you can call it that then yes. My target was to run a sub-5 marathon (to be honest I was looking for a new PB, something under 4:45). I have attempted as sub-5 twice in Malaysia (Cyberjaya TwinCity in Jan 2016 then SCKLM 2016 in Aug 2016), but failed both time. Back in Jan, I didn’t have the speed, while in Aug, I got distracted after the Subh prayers and got tired early.
So after running a sub-5 in Hokkaido Marathon just 3 weeks post SCKLM and in a very hot weather at that, I knew I could do it if everything lined up right for me. You can never bank on race day magic – I believe that this is God-given, but there are things you could do to make it happen.
For me, the so-called taper week saw me doing light runs to keep my muscles loose and alert. By Wednesday, I started carboloading by taking more carbohydrates than I usually did. I always tried to not overdo it because I knew I would be taking simple carbs during the race itself, and refuel after. Besides, it wasn’t that I was a high-leveled endurance athlete with high metabolism. I did my last run on Wednesday after work, and it made me felt good. After all the hiccups in my training, I felt a tinge of assurance – I was ready.
I traveled back home on Thursday and upon arriving on Thursday night I realized that I left the cable of my Soleus watch in the office. The current battery life is 50% and I knew that it wouldn’t last for the whole 5 hours (max) that I would be spending on the road. I was quite disappointed as having a GPS watch would definitely assist me with pacing.
But instead of spending time chastising myself for things already done, I searched for my old Garmin Forerunner, which has been in a coma for the past year. An attempt to revive it succeeded, and even though I knew it also wouldn’t last for more than 4 hours, at least I wouldn’t be running blind. Another assurance – checked.
Still, I felt the familiar anxiety as Saturday night rolled in. The thing that helped the most was the fact that I’d done it before. Not once, not twice but seven times. With that final assurance, I made my way into the starting pen for the 8 pm flag off.
It was drizzling when the full marathon runners were flagged off, but it eased as the distance progressed. I decided to adopt the strategy I learned from Hokkaido Marathon, when each checkpoint were split into more or less 5 km intervals.
I broke the 42.2 km into 5 km segments, and aimed to run each section in 30-35 minutes. Factoring wear and tear, toilet break and water stops, I was confident that such pace would bring me home in less than 5 hours.
The strategy worked well. I ran my first 10 km in 1 hour and reached the next milestone in 1:33. By halfway, when the route turned more and more undulating, I was still feeling great, though, to my own surprise. At that point, I was grateful to all those runs in the hilly park (2.7 km per loop) near my place. Thus I decided to run by feel first, by pace second, but to fight the temptation to slack off, I was always on the lookout for fellow runners with similar steady pace as my unofficial pacers.
I had my gels at KM 10, 15, 20 & 25 as planned. At KM 30, I took two gels provided by the organizer – one was quickly drained, while the other was saved for my next milestone at KM 35.
I must credit the organizer of the race and their team of volunteers: en route I saw two officials (I think they might be the race director and his right hand man himself) overseeing things, while the volunteers were always cheerful and helpful. My best friend had volunteered in a major race before, thus from her stories, I acknowledged that these people had been working non-stop for many hours already. They were the real heroes, to be honest. I couldn’t thank them enough for making my run pleasant.
As many marathoners would tell you, the real test is always between KM 30 and KM 40. It was so for me that night too. It got really mentally challenging after KM 37 when I made a turn and was greeted with a tad too familiar route.
It was the spot where I started to lose the mental battle during my first full marathon back in April 2015. I started to talk walk breaks, before walking for almost 1.5 km when the route once again turned undulating.
This time around, I was determined to redeem myself. Thus when my pace drastically deteriorated, I decided to embrace it and jogged my way to the finish line if I had to. Besides, I knew that a flyover and some elevations were waiting for me up front.
At KM 38, I called out to a fellow runner (a male runner in the veteran category) because he reminded me of Mr Chin, who I met at about the same spot during that first marathon. Mr Chin encouraged me to keep running when I started walking, and even after we parted ways because I kept on walking, we met with a few hundred metres to the finish line and finished together.
I just said “we can do it” to this seasoned runner. He asked me what was time since flag-off since his watch had died, but mine went had went kaput as well. But we were both confident that we would finish in less than 5 hours if we kept running.
The runner was faster, and like Mr Chin, he tried to encourage me to follow suit but I told him to carry on. I jogged from KM 38 – 41, and upon reaching 41 km, I started my final sprint. That last 1 km stretch was way too familiar, and I knew there won’t be any surprises waiting.
I didn’t know my exact finish time until Monday, but crossing finish line that night, I knew I made it. Finally that elusive sub-5 in Malaysia was broken. I couldn’t help myself; I actually screamed with joy upon completing my 8thfull marathon. For maybe a full 10-15 seconds.
Still, nothing could beat another familiar feeling – a huge relief because I could finally stop running that night.
Post marathon, I did things a bit differently this time. One was taking a protein-recovery drink (Hammer Recoverite) right after the run. In the next few days, I took a lot of white meat (chicken breast) cooked in various ways. Apart from that, I did my recovery run just 3 days later – I’d never done that before and it was so painful unless I went very very slow. But I could feel the difference almost instantly, when on the next day, descending the stairs was no longer an excruciating task!
My next full marathon is only two months away, so now it’s back to the drawing board. I had been doing speed works that have been proven beneficial, but I also need to beef up on my LSD and mileage. The race will be in the early morning, thus I need to run faster because I want to run a sub-5 even with the Subuh prayer break.
It would be hard, but hard is what makes it great.
By the way, my time was 4:48:59, which is 55 seconds slower than my PB in Seoul last March. Did I have any regrets?
Nope.
Photo by MY Runners
It was also my 3rd sub-5 full marathon, which, even though 55 seconds shy of my personal best, was the confidence I needed to call it a year. It has been a mixed of ups and downs in 2016, with new achievements unlocked (ran 5 full marathons, with 3 sub-5, a sub 2:10 half marathon with podium placing) but also with very bad training regime.
Talking about training, I had been lazy after a half marathon back in September. Instead of my usual non-negotiable 21 km LSD on Friday morning, I frequently revised it down to 15 km, sometimes 12 km, sometimes none at all. A lot of excuses justified my laziness (safety, hujan, etc etc). I did focus more on speed works (started doing interval runs!), which tempo runs becoming my staple
It was only two weeks before PNM that I finally pulled myself together and forced down a 21 km LSD. My slacking showed; it was an agonizing run – my steps were heavy, my breathing was labored, my whole system was screaming from phantom pain. But I intentionally took the route that would force me to run back anyway so even with such a resistance, I got my 21 km. The next day, I ran another 11-12 km, while in the next two weeks, I did some easy 8 km.
Did I have a game plan?
If you can call it that then yes. My target was to run a sub-5 marathon (to be honest I was looking for a new PB, something under 4:45). I have attempted as sub-5 twice in Malaysia (Cyberjaya TwinCity in Jan 2016 then SCKLM 2016 in Aug 2016), but failed both time. Back in Jan, I didn’t have the speed, while in Aug, I got distracted after the Subh prayers and got tired early.
So after running a sub-5 in Hokkaido Marathon just 3 weeks post SCKLM and in a very hot weather at that, I knew I could do it if everything lined up right for me. You can never bank on race day magic – I believe that this is God-given, but there are things you could do to make it happen.
For me, the so-called taper week saw me doing light runs to keep my muscles loose and alert. By Wednesday, I started carboloading by taking more carbohydrates than I usually did. I always tried to not overdo it because I knew I would be taking simple carbs during the race itself, and refuel after. Besides, it wasn’t that I was a high-leveled endurance athlete with high metabolism. I did my last run on Wednesday after work, and it made me felt good. After all the hiccups in my training, I felt a tinge of assurance – I was ready.
I traveled back home on Thursday and upon arriving on Thursday night I realized that I left the cable of my Soleus watch in the office. The current battery life is 50% and I knew that it wouldn’t last for the whole 5 hours (max) that I would be spending on the road. I was quite disappointed as having a GPS watch would definitely assist me with pacing.
But instead of spending time chastising myself for things already done, I searched for my old Garmin Forerunner, which has been in a coma for the past year. An attempt to revive it succeeded, and even though I knew it also wouldn’t last for more than 4 hours, at least I wouldn’t be running blind. Another assurance – checked.
Still, I felt the familiar anxiety as Saturday night rolled in. The thing that helped the most was the fact that I’d done it before. Not once, not twice but seven times. With that final assurance, I made my way into the starting pen for the 8 pm flag off.
It was drizzling when the full marathon runners were flagged off, but it eased as the distance progressed. I decided to adopt the strategy I learned from Hokkaido Marathon, when each checkpoint were split into more or less 5 km intervals.
I broke the 42.2 km into 5 km segments, and aimed to run each section in 30-35 minutes. Factoring wear and tear, toilet break and water stops, I was confident that such pace would bring me home in less than 5 hours.
The strategy worked well. I ran my first 10 km in 1 hour and reached the next milestone in 1:33. By halfway, when the route turned more and more undulating, I was still feeling great, though, to my own surprise. At that point, I was grateful to all those runs in the hilly park (2.7 km per loop) near my place. Thus I decided to run by feel first, by pace second, but to fight the temptation to slack off, I was always on the lookout for fellow runners with similar steady pace as my unofficial pacers.
I had my gels at KM 10, 15, 20 & 25 as planned. At KM 30, I took two gels provided by the organizer – one was quickly drained, while the other was saved for my next milestone at KM 35.
I must credit the organizer of the race and their team of volunteers: en route I saw two officials (I think they might be the race director and his right hand man himself) overseeing things, while the volunteers were always cheerful and helpful. My best friend had volunteered in a major race before, thus from her stories, I acknowledged that these people had been working non-stop for many hours already. They were the real heroes, to be honest. I couldn’t thank them enough for making my run pleasant.
As many marathoners would tell you, the real test is always between KM 30 and KM 40. It was so for me that night too. It got really mentally challenging after KM 37 when I made a turn and was greeted with a tad too familiar route.
It was the spot where I started to lose the mental battle during my first full marathon back in April 2015. I started to talk walk breaks, before walking for almost 1.5 km when the route once again turned undulating.
This time around, I was determined to redeem myself. Thus when my pace drastically deteriorated, I decided to embrace it and jogged my way to the finish line if I had to. Besides, I knew that a flyover and some elevations were waiting for me up front.
At KM 38, I called out to a fellow runner (a male runner in the veteran category) because he reminded me of Mr Chin, who I met at about the same spot during that first marathon. Mr Chin encouraged me to keep running when I started walking, and even after we parted ways because I kept on walking, we met with a few hundred metres to the finish line and finished together.
I just said “we can do it” to this seasoned runner. He asked me what was time since flag-off since his watch had died, but mine went had went kaput as well. But we were both confident that we would finish in less than 5 hours if we kept running.
The runner was faster, and like Mr Chin, he tried to encourage me to follow suit but I told him to carry on. I jogged from KM 38 – 41, and upon reaching 41 km, I started my final sprint. That last 1 km stretch was way too familiar, and I knew there won’t be any surprises waiting.
I didn’t know my exact finish time until Monday, but crossing finish line that night, I knew I made it. Finally that elusive sub-5 in Malaysia was broken. I couldn’t help myself; I actually screamed with joy upon completing my 8thfull marathon. For maybe a full 10-15 seconds.
Still, nothing could beat another familiar feeling – a huge relief because I could finally stop running that night.
Post marathon, I did things a bit differently this time. One was taking a protein-recovery drink (Hammer Recoverite) right after the run. In the next few days, I took a lot of white meat (chicken breast) cooked in various ways. Apart from that, I did my recovery run just 3 days later – I’d never done that before and it was so painful unless I went very very slow. But I could feel the difference almost instantly, when on the next day, descending the stairs was no longer an excruciating task!
My next full marathon is only two months away, so now it’s back to the drawing board. I had been doing speed works that have been proven beneficial, but I also need to beef up on my LSD and mileage. The race will be in the early morning, thus I need to run faster because I want to run a sub-5 even with the Subuh prayer break.
It would be hard, but hard is what makes it great.
By the way, my time was 4:48:59, which is 55 seconds slower than my PB in Seoul last March. Did I have any regrets?
Nope.
October 21, 2016
Travel Article in Travel Times: Coffee-Crawling in Kyoto
My latest travel article was published in the Travel Times yesterday, Oct 20th.
I was pleasantly surprised to find it making the cover!
It might be another coffee crawling story, but this time in Kyoto. I wanted to show how in the ancient capital of Japan (old), coffee (new) is not out of place. Rather, the city and coffee complemented each other.
I didn't manage to cover a lot of coffee shops (well, the scene was different during my trip as opposed to today), but I believe I went to representative ones: % Arabica Kyoto, % Arabica Arashiyama, Clamp Coffee Sarasa and Salon the de Francois.
Next time, I will try to go to more shops - Kurasu for instance, is somewhere I really really wish I could go to right now!
Kyoto is a bewitchingly charming city; there is always something new to be discovered, even for returned travelers (this was my 3rd time in Kyoto). So between the temple and shrine hopping, take a break at its wonderful, modern yet well assimilated coffee shops.
The article can be read here. Enjoy!
I was pleasantly surprised to find it making the cover!
It might be another coffee crawling story, but this time in Kyoto. I wanted to show how in the ancient capital of Japan (old), coffee (new) is not out of place. Rather, the city and coffee complemented each other.
I didn't manage to cover a lot of coffee shops (well, the scene was different during my trip as opposed to today), but I believe I went to representative ones: % Arabica Kyoto, % Arabica Arashiyama, Clamp Coffee Sarasa and Salon the de Francois.
Next time, I will try to go to more shops - Kurasu for instance, is somewhere I really really wish I could go to right now!
Kyoto is a bewitchingly charming city; there is always something new to be discovered, even for returned travelers (this was my 3rd time in Kyoto). So between the temple and shrine hopping, take a break at its wonderful, modern yet well assimilated coffee shops.
The article can be read here. Enjoy!
October 7, 2016
Now, A Travel Writer. Next, A Travelling Writer?
I find writing travel pieces to be so much fun, thus I decided to try writing for online travel portals thus I started contributing to a couple, for now. Besides that, encouraged by my sisters, I stated participating in contests held by tourism promotional boards too, particularly from South Korea.
To be honest, I am having such a great time! I know thus far I am just writing those simple guides and experiences but of course I hope to better myself and writer more in-depth articles, such as those in Aramco World, Kyoto Journal and the likes. But for the time being, these are what I have, and I hope to continually improved.
1. "My Happiest Memory in Seoul"
A month ago, I found out that my writing won one of the grad prizes in the "My Happiest Memory in Seoul" contest organized by Visit Korea. I was on the way back to KL actually, after a week of work, and were not yet passed the Gombak toll booth when I found out from the Visit Seoul's announcement page.
Actually, I almost didn't participate.
My sister @hasrameli was the person who first drew my attention to@seoulevent1's My Happiest Memory in Seoul Contest.
I didn't really think of participating initially but as the closing date drew nearer, I decided to submit one anyway. After all, if one didn't try, one wouldn't even stand a chance, right?
So before leaving on my annual Japan trip on Aug 25th, I wrote down the account of my hike to N Seoul Tower. It surprisingly took me only a day. I submitted it without too rigorous editing (hence the typos and some compounded, repetitive sentences), flew to Japan, returned after the closing date and anxiously checking the website for the results announcement.
The it came. I remember not feeling too anxious when scrolling down the page. I have never been very "lucky" at competitions so while I did hope for something, I didn't put too much of a hope.
Then I saw the last name for the grand prize winner.
That looks familiar, I thought. I counted the asterisks and they matched with the name I submitted my article under. It was a long name so I couldn't be mistaken.
Then it hit me.
I won. My article will be published in The Korea Times!
Alhamdulillah!
The result announcement is here, while my writing can be read here.
2. "Have Halal, Will Travel"
I actually applied for a full time position at HHWT but wasn't successful. Still, they were nice enough to offer me to freelance with them, which I immediately agreed to. Writing is what I love to do, travel writing is something I always do anyway. So why not getting paid doing what I love - so that it doesn't feel like work?
For the time being, I am contracted to write four articles. Two have been published on HHWT's website: the 1st one is based on a subject dear to me (coffee shops in Tokyo), while the 2nd pushed me out of my comfort zone a bit. The 3rd one, which is currently being checked by the editorial, challenged me even further. I was surprised to find that I truly enjoyed researching and writing about travel subjects that I hadn't even thought before!
3. Zafigo
While HHWT caters mainly for Muslim travellers, Zafigo seeks to make travelling better and safer for women, particularly Asian women. Thus, I am happy to be able to share and contribute this little guide:
My journey is still long. To be honest, at this point, I don't even know where things will take me. While I will let things take their due courses, I know eventually I want to be dispatching good writings from the road.
Inshaallah.
Big dreams never hurt.
To be honest, I am having such a great time! I know thus far I am just writing those simple guides and experiences but of course I hope to better myself and writer more in-depth articles, such as those in Aramco World, Kyoto Journal and the likes. But for the time being, these are what I have, and I hope to continually improved.
1. "My Happiest Memory in Seoul"
A month ago, I found out that my writing won one of the grad prizes in the "My Happiest Memory in Seoul" contest organized by Visit Korea. I was on the way back to KL actually, after a week of work, and were not yet passed the Gombak toll booth when I found out from the Visit Seoul's announcement page.
Actually, I almost didn't participate.
My sister @hasrameli was the person who first drew my attention to@seoulevent1's My Happiest Memory in Seoul Contest.
I didn't really think of participating initially but as the closing date drew nearer, I decided to submit one anyway. After all, if one didn't try, one wouldn't even stand a chance, right?
So before leaving on my annual Japan trip on Aug 25th, I wrote down the account of my hike to N Seoul Tower. It surprisingly took me only a day. I submitted it without too rigorous editing (hence the typos and some compounded, repetitive sentences), flew to Japan, returned after the closing date and anxiously checking the website for the results announcement.
The it came. I remember not feeling too anxious when scrolling down the page. I have never been very "lucky" at competitions so while I did hope for something, I didn't put too much of a hope.
Then I saw the last name for the grand prize winner.
That looks familiar, I thought. I counted the asterisks and they matched with the name I submitted my article under. It was a long name so I couldn't be mistaken.
Then it hit me.
I won. My article will be published in The Korea Times!
Alhamdulillah!
The result announcement is here, while my writing can be read here.
2. "Have Halal, Will Travel"
I actually applied for a full time position at HHWT but wasn't successful. Still, they were nice enough to offer me to freelance with them, which I immediately agreed to. Writing is what I love to do, travel writing is something I always do anyway. So why not getting paid doing what I love - so that it doesn't feel like work?
For the time being, I am contracted to write four articles. Two have been published on HHWT's website: the 1st one is based on a subject dear to me (coffee shops in Tokyo), while the 2nd pushed me out of my comfort zone a bit. The 3rd one, which is currently being checked by the editorial, challenged me even further. I was surprised to find that I truly enjoyed researching and writing about travel subjects that I hadn't even thought before!
3. Zafigo
While HHWT caters mainly for Muslim travellers, Zafigo seeks to make travelling better and safer for women, particularly Asian women. Thus, I am happy to be able to share and contribute this little guide:
My journey is still long. To be honest, at this point, I don't even know where things will take me. While I will let things take their due courses, I know eventually I want to be dispatching good writings from the road.
Inshaallah.
Big dreams never hurt.
September 21, 2016
Compressport Run 2016: A HM Personal Best and Podium Placing!
I ran a half marathon personal best last Sunday, and made podium for the first time.
I don’t race half marathons that often, particularly after deciding to tackle the full marathon distance back in Dec 2014. I made changes to my training, and the half marathon distance became my weekly long run distance. Thus, why should I pay to run a half, when I could do it for free every week anyway?
Therefore, after running a disastrous half marathon in SCKLM 2014 (net time was 2:45), my next half was Mizuno Wave Run in Dec 2015, in which I clocked 2:33-ish. I was hoping to break the elusive 2:30 at the time, but made a mistake of racing a 10 km hard the day before. I was exhausted by Sunday morning, and just managed an LSD-like timing.
2 FMs, 12k, 15k races happened in between before I raced another half just a few weeks after Eid this year. By that time, I was determined more than ever to break not 2:30, but 2:15. I was buoyed by my full marathon PB of 4:48:04 a few months prior, in which I reached the halfway point in sub-2:30, thus I knew I had it in me to run faster.
It was an agonizing run. Even more agonizing, it was under-distanced. Instead of the even 21.1 km, it was around 20.6 km, which I finished in 2:12-ish. I was satisfied, but it didn’t feel complete. Still, I had no plan to run another half this year.
I ran my first SCKLM 2016 full marathon in August and met the wonderful 5:30 pacers. One of them told me that he would be pacing the half in the incoming Compressport Run in September. I didn’t give it much thought, as I was more occupied with running the Hokkaido Marathon three weeks after SCKLM.
Somehow, I signed up for Compressport Run before leaving for Sapporo. The fee was expensive, even for a half marathon. But it would be held on 18/9, which would be a replacement holiday for me. To be able to race on Sundays without having to take annual leave is now a rare occurrence for moi, thus I couldn’t let it pass. It was also a chance to avenge myself.
I did around 2:18 at halfway during the Hokkaido Marathon and still managed to finish in sub-5 hours, thus I knew breaking 2:15 was not impossible. My plan was to follow the 2:15 pacers until KM 19 or so, before taking off. I had no specific time in mind, well maybe a sub-2:12.
Anyway.
I had trouble sleeping the night prior to the race. Tossing and turning in bed, I finally dozed off around 1.30 am. I was up by 4.00 am to make time for a quick breakfast – only to find myself rummaging the fridge for something decent to eat. Being at home, I didn’t do my usual the night before grocery shopping, thus I settled for some melon-flavored chocolate coated cookies from Hokkaido that seemed to not be as popular as the white chocolate variety. Since there was plenty of time, I ground some coffee beans and brewed a cup of coffee. To be honest, it did feel too early for such effort – I did wish I had a can of overly sweetened Nescafe instead.
The first thing I did upon reaching MMU Stadium was to look for the surau. And I found Uncle Kelvin and En Hadafi in the process – stretching and getting ready for their pacer duties.
After a quick toilet trip post Subh prayer, I rushed to the start line with only 1 minute to spare before the 6.00 flag off time. I tried to squeeze my way to the front but couldn’t get far. I locked eyes to the green balloons of the 2:15 pacers and resigned to the fact that I had to chase them.
And I chased them I did. My pace was probably too fast for the first 1 km, hence it was a huge relief to be able to finally join the pace group. Goodbye erratic pace, hello consistency!
I was surprisingly fresh that morning, and was able to follow the sub-6:30 min/km pace set by the pacers, both turned out to be pacers from the 5:30 group back during SCKLM 2016. At one point, En Azhar did ask if I could still follow them. And I could – what a great day of running!
The weather was kind too – overcast sky with threat of rain. It was a huge blessing, especially when the route went through long undulating boring stretches with nothing to look at.
It was my first experience running that long at that pace so I was quite taken aback with the very very brief stop at water stations. I also took my energy chews while running to save time. Still, most times, I allowed myself time to properly drink some water before chasing the pacers. Again. And again.
It started to feel hard after KM 15. I told myself to put my trust in the pacers and to just follow their stead. Hence, the next 4 km passed in “zombie”-mode. I didn’t cast a long view ahead, just enough to put the next step forward. One, two, one, two – easy did it.
The last 3 km was familiar to me as it was the same route during the Cyberjaya TwinCity Marathon last January. I knew the end was near, thus at KM 19, I pulled ahead of the pacers. I turned and said my farewell, thanking them for their guidance.
I ran the last 2 km at a faster pace (slightly sub 6:00 min/km, I think) but the hill just after MMU entrance did put a damper in my spirit initially. Still, it was only 300 m to the finish line so I was determined to not give up.
Ran the hill then it was a sprint to the finish line. I knew I had a personal best thus allowed myself a personal celebration just after crossing the timing mat. To my surprise, a volunteer handed me a tag with #10 on it.
I made podium!
My gun time was 2:11:33, while my net time was 2:10:08. I was still feeling great after the race, thus maybe, just maybe, a sub-2 HM might not be entirely impossible, eh?
To have a great day of racing is not entirely dependent on the runner. Instead, there are many factors (and people) behind her. For me, it is my family who never questioned my decision to change my lifestyle 3 ½ years ago when I started to run consistently.
My appreciation also goes to the 2:15 pacers – En Azhar & En Dafi for the job well done. I had another great time running social, instead of running solo!
To be honest, when I started back in 2013, I had never envisioned coming this far and this fast. I just wanted to lose some weight and be healthier. At that time, I was approaching 30, and was determined to not be 30 and miserable.
I am over that dreaded number now, and I am stronger and healthier than I was in my 20’s. I am happier with clear goals in mind, and have started conquering my fears, one after another. I will continue to work hard, as I know that my full potential is yet to be unleashed.
Run happy!
I don’t race half marathons that often, particularly after deciding to tackle the full marathon distance back in Dec 2014. I made changes to my training, and the half marathon distance became my weekly long run distance. Thus, why should I pay to run a half, when I could do it for free every week anyway?
Therefore, after running a disastrous half marathon in SCKLM 2014 (net time was 2:45), my next half was Mizuno Wave Run in Dec 2015, in which I clocked 2:33-ish. I was hoping to break the elusive 2:30 at the time, but made a mistake of racing a 10 km hard the day before. I was exhausted by Sunday morning, and just managed an LSD-like timing.
2 FMs, 12k, 15k races happened in between before I raced another half just a few weeks after Eid this year. By that time, I was determined more than ever to break not 2:30, but 2:15. I was buoyed by my full marathon PB of 4:48:04 a few months prior, in which I reached the halfway point in sub-2:30, thus I knew I had it in me to run faster.
It was an agonizing run. Even more agonizing, it was under-distanced. Instead of the even 21.1 km, it was around 20.6 km, which I finished in 2:12-ish. I was satisfied, but it didn’t feel complete. Still, I had no plan to run another half this year.
I ran my first SCKLM 2016 full marathon in August and met the wonderful 5:30 pacers. One of them told me that he would be pacing the half in the incoming Compressport Run in September. I didn’t give it much thought, as I was more occupied with running the Hokkaido Marathon three weeks after SCKLM.
Somehow, I signed up for Compressport Run before leaving for Sapporo. The fee was expensive, even for a half marathon. But it would be held on 18/9, which would be a replacement holiday for me. To be able to race on Sundays without having to take annual leave is now a rare occurrence for moi, thus I couldn’t let it pass. It was also a chance to avenge myself.
I did around 2:18 at halfway during the Hokkaido Marathon and still managed to finish in sub-5 hours, thus I knew breaking 2:15 was not impossible. My plan was to follow the 2:15 pacers until KM 19 or so, before taking off. I had no specific time in mind, well maybe a sub-2:12.
Anyway.
I had trouble sleeping the night prior to the race. Tossing and turning in bed, I finally dozed off around 1.30 am. I was up by 4.00 am to make time for a quick breakfast – only to find myself rummaging the fridge for something decent to eat. Being at home, I didn’t do my usual the night before grocery shopping, thus I settled for some melon-flavored chocolate coated cookies from Hokkaido that seemed to not be as popular as the white chocolate variety. Since there was plenty of time, I ground some coffee beans and brewed a cup of coffee. To be honest, it did feel too early for such effort – I did wish I had a can of overly sweetened Nescafe instead.
The first thing I did upon reaching MMU Stadium was to look for the surau. And I found Uncle Kelvin and En Hadafi in the process – stretching and getting ready for their pacer duties.
After a quick toilet trip post Subh prayer, I rushed to the start line with only 1 minute to spare before the 6.00 flag off time. I tried to squeeze my way to the front but couldn’t get far. I locked eyes to the green balloons of the 2:15 pacers and resigned to the fact that I had to chase them.
And I chased them I did. My pace was probably too fast for the first 1 km, hence it was a huge relief to be able to finally join the pace group. Goodbye erratic pace, hello consistency!
I was surprisingly fresh that morning, and was able to follow the sub-6:30 min/km pace set by the pacers, both turned out to be pacers from the 5:30 group back during SCKLM 2016. At one point, En Azhar did ask if I could still follow them. And I could – what a great day of running!
The weather was kind too – overcast sky with threat of rain. It was a huge blessing, especially when the route went through long undulating boring stretches with nothing to look at.
It was my first experience running that long at that pace so I was quite taken aback with the very very brief stop at water stations. I also took my energy chews while running to save time. Still, most times, I allowed myself time to properly drink some water before chasing the pacers. Again. And again.
It started to feel hard after KM 15. I told myself to put my trust in the pacers and to just follow their stead. Hence, the next 4 km passed in “zombie”-mode. I didn’t cast a long view ahead, just enough to put the next step forward. One, two, one, two – easy did it.
The last 3 km was familiar to me as it was the same route during the Cyberjaya TwinCity Marathon last January. I knew the end was near, thus at KM 19, I pulled ahead of the pacers. I turned and said my farewell, thanking them for their guidance.
I ran the last 2 km at a faster pace (slightly sub 6:00 min/km, I think) but the hill just after MMU entrance did put a damper in my spirit initially. Still, it was only 300 m to the finish line so I was determined to not give up.
Ran the hill then it was a sprint to the finish line. I knew I had a personal best thus allowed myself a personal celebration just after crossing the timing mat. To my surprise, a volunteer handed me a tag with #10 on it.
I made podium!
My gun time was 2:11:33, while my net time was 2:10:08. I was still feeling great after the race, thus maybe, just maybe, a sub-2 HM might not be entirely impossible, eh?
To have a great day of racing is not entirely dependent on the runner. Instead, there are many factors (and people) behind her. For me, it is my family who never questioned my decision to change my lifestyle 3 ½ years ago when I started to run consistently.
My appreciation also goes to the 2:15 pacers – En Azhar & En Dafi for the job well done. I had another great time running social, instead of running solo!
To be honest, when I started back in 2013, I had never envisioned coming this far and this fast. I just wanted to lose some weight and be healthier. At that time, I was approaching 30, and was determined to not be 30 and miserable.
I am over that dreaded number now, and I am stronger and healthier than I was in my 20’s. I am happier with clear goals in mind, and have started conquering my fears, one after another. I will continue to work hard, as I know that my full potential is yet to be unleashed.
Run happy!
September 5, 2016
#MisiMaratonNihon2016: Hokkaido Marathon
I ran my 7thfull marathon last week on Aug 28th, in Sapporo, Hokkaido.It was the 30th Hokkaido Marathon, and it took place just three weeks after my 6thfull marathon in Kuala Lumpur. I flew into Sapporo on Friday morning, my favorite time, as the first day (Friday) would give me time to find my bearing of the city. Besides, I believed having an extra night before the big day would give me the much needed rest.
The days leading to the race were nothing but perfect. I didn’t do much running after #6 due to exhaustion. I had also recently moved to a new rented house in the little town where I worked so the location wasn’t convenient for me to do my usual 1-hour/8-km run after work. The week before the race was sports carnival week at my workplace, and I signed up for volleyball and netball.
The competitions took place every day after work. It was exhausting, and by the time I was done with netball on Wednesday evening, the knee pain that had been making its appearance since June was just unbearable. I tried bending my right knee and it hurt liked no other. However, it wasn’t as painful when I walked or attempted to run.
Thus, I decided to just massage the right knee on Thursday and rest. The pain dissipated as I boarded the plan on late Thursday night. I could only pray and hope for the best.
The pain didn’t really bother me as I explored central Sapporo (mostly on foot) the next day. I arrived in the city at around 10 am, stashed my backpack into a coin locker at the station and went to search for my first dose of caffeine.
After walking past Odori Park from Akarenga get to my second cup of coffee, I went back after 1 pm to collect my race kit. I also took the opportunity to note the location of my starting pen (G) and the facilities around it (portable toilets, changing tent, food tent).
Race kit collection was easy – I just handed the confirmation card number and the volunteers didn’t even ask to see my passport. With my bib and shirt (collected at a different tent) in hand, I explored the race expo. Since Odori Park is an elongated public space that spans for a few blocks, the tents housing sponsors and running-related organizations were lined up accordingly.
I just bought a souvenir from the Svolme (main sponsor) tent before lining up for a photo with Ozaki Yoshimi-san, the London 2012 marathoner, at Kaneka (another main sponsor) booth. After that I left the park for Tanukijoji (a shoutengai) for my compulsory Japanese experience (which also included a trip to Don Quixote).
I went to Otaru on Saturday, and did a lot (unplanned) walking. Later I did more walking as I went to explore the Hokkaido University campus. I actually only turned back when I saw the Hokkaido Marathon tape on my way to the famous Poplar Avenue. There would be plenty of time to experience this campus tomorrow, I reasoned.
I didn’t sleep in super early as planned that day because I made friend with the girl on the bed above me. Shelly is originally from a remote region in China but has been living in Japan for two years. She’s studying Japanese linguistic and has native level Japanese fluency. Her English is very good as well. She is also learning Korean and will take the TOPIK exam. We spent maybe more than an hour talking about how wonderful Japan is and how we both want to live there for a long long time (wishful thinking on my side).
I woke up at 6 and it was already bright as Subuh was at 4 am. I had my period then (third day on marathon day) so I didn’t get up before day break. After a quick shower and dressing up (I already pinned the bib on my shirt), I went out to have my breakfast in the common area.
Many fellow runners staying at the Waya were doing the same. I sat in the kitchen, and another guest, who I saw during my first night there, was also there.
“You’re running the marathon?” he asked, surprised when he saw my bib. He was wearing the official shirt so I knew he was as well. He was quite cute, like a Japanese actor that I couldn’t really name right now.
“Where are you from?” he asked further.
“Mare-shia. And you?”
“Tokyo.”
“Ganbarimashou ne?”
I packed my tote bag with necessities but couldn’t decide whether I should bring my jacket. “Samui desuka?” I asked a fellow female runner who was also getting ready.
“Atsui to omoimasu,” she answered. I think it’s hot. With that assurance, I ditched my jacket and was ready to leave. I saw the female runner again when I was putting on my shoes at the door. “Ganbarimashou ne?” I wished her. She nodded, cheerfully returning the gesture.
After a short ride on the subway from Kikusui station to Odori (more runners inside train), I followed a throng of runners until I came upon volunteers holding a signage indicating the nearest exit for my starting block. It was already warm by then (7.30 am) so I was dreading the conditions at flag off (9 am). One thing for sure, it was going to be one hot day to be out there and running.
Anyway. I didn’t rush as I usually did but took my time to find my starting block before bundling up things I wanted to leave behind into the plastic bag provided by organizer. After having it deposited at the assigned tent, I started stretching and warming up.
This time, I had the Malaysian flag with me. I actually asked my parents to get me one, and they did. It was partly because it was August – the independence month – and also because I was just proud to represent my country even though I acknowledged the fact that I was (am) a slow runner and nobody, apart from my family, actually cared.
Thus, I had some photos taken just to commemorate the occasion.
I continued being on my feet to keep my muscles loose and my body warm as I waited for the right time to use the portable toilet. The line was long when I finally decided to join the queue, but in Japan, you could always count on the waiting time being short. Japanese knew that others needed to carry out their business before the starting blocks closed at 8:30 am so they didn’t take their own sweet time. Very considerate indeed.
This year, I guess my Nihongo was getting better (still I couldn’t help but be embarrassed when Japanese kept on saying “jouzu, jouzu” when I spoke in severely patchy, broken Nihongo to them); I could understand parts of the announcements made as we waited, including one that mentioned the places where runners came from (Mare-shia included, yay!).
The flag off was at 9 am sharp. I joined in the countdown from juu (10). As expected, it was already hot when I crossed the start time mat seven minutes later. Thus my strategy was simple: 1. To get to the next check point with as much time margin as possible, 2. To keep my heart rate within an acceptable range (i.e. do not get breathless) and 3. To not let my core temperature get abnormally high.
Thus, I made a mental note to hydrate myself well, which meant to stop and drink whenever I felt the slightest tinge of thirst. That saw me stopping for water even at the 1st water station.
The first 10 km wasn’t hard – we ran towards the south of central Sapporo to Toyohira area (where Waya was located) and passed the Nakajima Park. After that, we made a turn and returned to Odori Park. We passed the park through an underground tunnel (about 1.3 km) below the Sapporo TV Tower. The fun runners left us to finish their race right after, and I couldn’t help feeling envious. 30++ km more to go for us marathoners.
The course took us away from the city center. It was pretty much flat out, but shades were becoming scarcer. The sun was absolutely merciless and I found myself stopping at every water station. And nature was also calling. But as I wasn’t even at halfway yet, I was unwilling to make a lengthy stop; I even eat my gel while running. From past experiences, I knew if I stopped early, it would be a sliding slope from there.
Motivations were aplenty. Spectators on each side of the road cheered us wholeheartedly, while the amazingly cheerful, efficient volunteers were very generous with their shouts of “ganbare!” and “faito!” It was me who didn’t really appreciate or enjoy their company – I was so desperate to get to one check point after another!
On average, I was 15-20 minutes ahead of the cut off time at each check point, but still, I had to fight off temptations to slack because there would be a very tight margin at KM 40 checkpoint.
Another motivation whizzed by at around KM15-16. It was 1:50:ish gun time at the time, and the race leaders already made a turned back on the opposite lane. There were three of them (2 Japanese, 1 Kenyan) at KM 39, looking like they were fighting to stay in the lead with every fiber in their bodies.
We mere mortals from Blocks F & G, just couldn’t help ourselves – we were in awe, and we cheered them on. The conditions were tough, but these guys were just pure awesome.
Sponges were provided quite generously but I didn’t really want to damage my new earphones so I just picked up small pieces of ice to cool down my neck area. After that I stashed the remaining solid ice into – yes – my sports bra. It helped, I kidded you not. Remember when youre down with a fever and placed cool towel on your chest? This was similar – the purpose was to bring your core temperature down.
I made it to halfway in around 2:18 and started searching for portable toilets, but I didn’t make a stop until near KM 25. There was a line, but I knew I won’t be able to hold it in any longer so I just hoped that it would move quickly.
The female runner in front of me turned so I just made a small comment about how hot it was (Atsui ne?). She agreed, and we started complaining about how tired we were (tsukareta). Mo chotto, I told her. That mo chotto (a bit more) was actually 17 km more, but we all needed to comfort each other, right?
I took out my last portion of energy gel and slurped it down while waiting. The runner also reached into her stash and handed me a sachet of some sugary, calorific strawberry-flavored slimy thing. I had some suspicions of what it was so I graciously accepted it, aware of the fact that I might need it later.
The line did move very quickly. This was exactly why I just loved marathons in Japan. I immediately rejoined the race and before long, arrived at the elusive turn back point after running about 12 km one-way on a flat stretch with ZERO shades and nothing much to look at.
The next check point was at KM 30, so I kept telling myself to stick with runners from my block because from their pace, I knew that they would help me get to the finish line. There were no official pacers, thus I had to use whatever I could.
While turn-back route was usually my pet peeve, I actually liked it this time. I got to run closer to the middle of the road and shouted my thanks to volunteers on the other side who were already cleaning up. They actually looked up from their tasks, waved back, and wished us all to do our best. Writing this actually brought tears to my eyes – I love such hospitality!
There were also food provided on this side of the route – I ate everything offered: banana, suika (watermelon), tsumugi (cake made from rice flour, a Hokkaido’s specialty) and that strawberry-flavored gel from the runner at the toilet line.
Water stations were spaced about 2 km each, but the heat left me thirsty in between them. Thus I stopped three times at makeshift aid stations by local spectators, asking for water. At my first stop, I just had water, second stop some isotonic drink and the third some banana slices, watermelon, Coke and ice (bundled in a plastic bag).
After reaching the checkpoint at KM 35 with more or less the same time margin, I knew I got it. The marathon, I meant. It was now just 7 km to the finish line, so I estimated to finish is about an hour. Still, I was worried especially because I took another toilet break at KM 37 (in a gas station this time).
It was a huge relief to be turning back into the city and right into the gate of Hokkaido University. Finally – some shades! The atmosphere was livelier as there were more supporters there. I didn’t have much time to enjoy the lush and green Poplar Avenue because as predicted, the time margin was diminishing as the 40 km checkpoint loomed ahead.
I reached that important checkpoint with just 6 minutes before its closing time. I saw a guy in a yellow shirt running with a full bag of gomi (trash). The word “SWEEPER” was emblazoned on his back. Talk about just making it in time!
My legs were heavy and I was tired. I didn’t have the energy to make my usual getaway at KM 38 so I decided to maintain the pace and try to run faster at KM 41. To be honest, that final one kilometer felt like forever.
We turned into Odori Park again, and the straight stretch leading to the finish line was so long. I kept my eyes on the clock and tried to get across before it turned 5:00:00. I sprinted but couldn’t quite make it. Thus I was determined to finish before it turned 5:01:00.
It felt like a huge triumph when I crossed the time mat at 5:00:23. I allowed myself a little celebration, estimating my net time to be 8 minutes off from the gun time. The human flow at the finish line was a bit hectic but I was just too grateful to be able to stop running for the day.
After getting my medal and towel, I picked up a plastic bag of ice and spotted a spot on the grass to ice my calves. Out of nowhere, someone asked, “Hazwani, desuka?”
I turned, answered yes and a fellow runner introduced himself as a friend of a good friend of mine. She knew I was traveling to run the marathon and he did too, so she asked him to try find me. He did, in this seas of 20, 000 people.
“It was easy,” Kaz-san said, “you’re the only one wearing a headscarf.”
We spent some time chatting while icing our inflamed calves. I found out that Kaz-san ran SCKLM three weeks earlier as well, and he was proudly wearing SCKLM’s running vest! Before parting, we took pictures to commemorate the occasion, and promised to keep in touch via the social media.
I went to collect my certificate (by this time I was used to the wishes of “otsukaresama desu” – you’ve worked hard/ good work/ thank you for your hard work from the volunteers; it was them who I should thank instead!) and went to have it laminated. In front of me was a couple and neither one of them looked like they’d been running.
I didn’t really pay them attention until the wife asked where I was from. She said her mother (!) ran the marathon. The lady looked older than me so imagine how old her mother was? I kept saying “sugoi!” because that was indeed one amazing feat. Especially if her mother ran fast(er than me).
The mother came over with her luggage bag a few minutes later and I was duly introduced. I congratulated her (“omedetou gozaimasu” – should have been gozaimashita). By this time, we were making quite a noise but I guess festive mood allowed that.
After getting my laminated certificate back, I went to collect my luggage back and made my way into the changing tent to change into clean, fresh clothes. To be honest, I didn’t really want to change but I wanted to experience the changing tent for myself. It was thoughtfully erected – with enough layers to cover runners’ modesty.
I descended back into the underground subway station and made a quick stop for an obligatory post marathon coffee at Doutor. I wasn’t above drinking cheap coffee, especially in Japan. Allowing myself a cup of sinfully delicious iced café mocha with whipped cream, I made my way to the platform. My thighs were burning, my calves hurting but my right knee was surprisingly pain-free.
I savored my coffee as I devoured on the familiar endorphin-induced giddiness after completing a full marathon.
My net time was 4:52:03.
I am legitimately a sub-5-hour marathoner.
The days leading to the race were nothing but perfect. I didn’t do much running after #6 due to exhaustion. I had also recently moved to a new rented house in the little town where I worked so the location wasn’t convenient for me to do my usual 1-hour/8-km run after work. The week before the race was sports carnival week at my workplace, and I signed up for volleyball and netball.
The competitions took place every day after work. It was exhausting, and by the time I was done with netball on Wednesday evening, the knee pain that had been making its appearance since June was just unbearable. I tried bending my right knee and it hurt liked no other. However, it wasn’t as painful when I walked or attempted to run.
Thus, I decided to just massage the right knee on Thursday and rest. The pain dissipated as I boarded the plan on late Thursday night. I could only pray and hope for the best.
The pain didn’t really bother me as I explored central Sapporo (mostly on foot) the next day. I arrived in the city at around 10 am, stashed my backpack into a coin locker at the station and went to search for my first dose of caffeine.
After walking past Odori Park from Akarenga get to my second cup of coffee, I went back after 1 pm to collect my race kit. I also took the opportunity to note the location of my starting pen (G) and the facilities around it (portable toilets, changing tent, food tent).
Race kit collection was easy – I just handed the confirmation card number and the volunteers didn’t even ask to see my passport. With my bib and shirt (collected at a different tent) in hand, I explored the race expo. Since Odori Park is an elongated public space that spans for a few blocks, the tents housing sponsors and running-related organizations were lined up accordingly.
I just bought a souvenir from the Svolme (main sponsor) tent before lining up for a photo with Ozaki Yoshimi-san, the London 2012 marathoner, at Kaneka (another main sponsor) booth. After that I left the park for Tanukijoji (a shoutengai) for my compulsory Japanese experience (which also included a trip to Don Quixote).
I went to Otaru on Saturday, and did a lot (unplanned) walking. Later I did more walking as I went to explore the Hokkaido University campus. I actually only turned back when I saw the Hokkaido Marathon tape on my way to the famous Poplar Avenue. There would be plenty of time to experience this campus tomorrow, I reasoned.
I didn’t sleep in super early as planned that day because I made friend with the girl on the bed above me. Shelly is originally from a remote region in China but has been living in Japan for two years. She’s studying Japanese linguistic and has native level Japanese fluency. Her English is very good as well. She is also learning Korean and will take the TOPIK exam. We spent maybe more than an hour talking about how wonderful Japan is and how we both want to live there for a long long time (wishful thinking on my side).
I woke up at 6 and it was already bright as Subuh was at 4 am. I had my period then (third day on marathon day) so I didn’t get up before day break. After a quick shower and dressing up (I already pinned the bib on my shirt), I went out to have my breakfast in the common area.
Many fellow runners staying at the Waya were doing the same. I sat in the kitchen, and another guest, who I saw during my first night there, was also there.
“You’re running the marathon?” he asked, surprised when he saw my bib. He was wearing the official shirt so I knew he was as well. He was quite cute, like a Japanese actor that I couldn’t really name right now.
“Where are you from?” he asked further.
“Mare-shia. And you?”
“Tokyo.”
“Ganbarimashou ne?”
I packed my tote bag with necessities but couldn’t decide whether I should bring my jacket. “Samui desuka?” I asked a fellow female runner who was also getting ready.
“Atsui to omoimasu,” she answered. I think it’s hot. With that assurance, I ditched my jacket and was ready to leave. I saw the female runner again when I was putting on my shoes at the door. “Ganbarimashou ne?” I wished her. She nodded, cheerfully returning the gesture.
After a short ride on the subway from Kikusui station to Odori (more runners inside train), I followed a throng of runners until I came upon volunteers holding a signage indicating the nearest exit for my starting block. It was already warm by then (7.30 am) so I was dreading the conditions at flag off (9 am). One thing for sure, it was going to be one hot day to be out there and running.
Anyway. I didn’t rush as I usually did but took my time to find my starting block before bundling up things I wanted to leave behind into the plastic bag provided by organizer. After having it deposited at the assigned tent, I started stretching and warming up.
This time, I had the Malaysian flag with me. I actually asked my parents to get me one, and they did. It was partly because it was August – the independence month – and also because I was just proud to represent my country even though I acknowledged the fact that I was (am) a slow runner and nobody, apart from my family, actually cared.
Thus, I had some photos taken just to commemorate the occasion.
I continued being on my feet to keep my muscles loose and my body warm as I waited for the right time to use the portable toilet. The line was long when I finally decided to join the queue, but in Japan, you could always count on the waiting time being short. Japanese knew that others needed to carry out their business before the starting blocks closed at 8:30 am so they didn’t take their own sweet time. Very considerate indeed.
This year, I guess my Nihongo was getting better (still I couldn’t help but be embarrassed when Japanese kept on saying “jouzu, jouzu” when I spoke in severely patchy, broken Nihongo to them); I could understand parts of the announcements made as we waited, including one that mentioned the places where runners came from (Mare-shia included, yay!).
The flag off was at 9 am sharp. I joined in the countdown from juu (10). As expected, it was already hot when I crossed the start time mat seven minutes later. Thus my strategy was simple: 1. To get to the next check point with as much time margin as possible, 2. To keep my heart rate within an acceptable range (i.e. do not get breathless) and 3. To not let my core temperature get abnormally high.
Thus, I made a mental note to hydrate myself well, which meant to stop and drink whenever I felt the slightest tinge of thirst. That saw me stopping for water even at the 1st water station.
The first 10 km wasn’t hard – we ran towards the south of central Sapporo to Toyohira area (where Waya was located) and passed the Nakajima Park. After that, we made a turn and returned to Odori Park. We passed the park through an underground tunnel (about 1.3 km) below the Sapporo TV Tower. The fun runners left us to finish their race right after, and I couldn’t help feeling envious. 30++ km more to go for us marathoners.
The course took us away from the city center. It was pretty much flat out, but shades were becoming scarcer. The sun was absolutely merciless and I found myself stopping at every water station. And nature was also calling. But as I wasn’t even at halfway yet, I was unwilling to make a lengthy stop; I even eat my gel while running. From past experiences, I knew if I stopped early, it would be a sliding slope from there.
Motivations were aplenty. Spectators on each side of the road cheered us wholeheartedly, while the amazingly cheerful, efficient volunteers were very generous with their shouts of “ganbare!” and “faito!” It was me who didn’t really appreciate or enjoy their company – I was so desperate to get to one check point after another!
On average, I was 15-20 minutes ahead of the cut off time at each check point, but still, I had to fight off temptations to slack because there would be a very tight margin at KM 40 checkpoint.
Another motivation whizzed by at around KM15-16. It was 1:50:ish gun time at the time, and the race leaders already made a turned back on the opposite lane. There were three of them (2 Japanese, 1 Kenyan) at KM 39, looking like they were fighting to stay in the lead with every fiber in their bodies.
We mere mortals from Blocks F & G, just couldn’t help ourselves – we were in awe, and we cheered them on. The conditions were tough, but these guys were just pure awesome.
Sponges were provided quite generously but I didn’t really want to damage my new earphones so I just picked up small pieces of ice to cool down my neck area. After that I stashed the remaining solid ice into – yes – my sports bra. It helped, I kidded you not. Remember when youre down with a fever and placed cool towel on your chest? This was similar – the purpose was to bring your core temperature down.
I made it to halfway in around 2:18 and started searching for portable toilets, but I didn’t make a stop until near KM 25. There was a line, but I knew I won’t be able to hold it in any longer so I just hoped that it would move quickly.
The female runner in front of me turned so I just made a small comment about how hot it was (Atsui ne?). She agreed, and we started complaining about how tired we were (tsukareta). Mo chotto, I told her. That mo chotto (a bit more) was actually 17 km more, but we all needed to comfort each other, right?
I took out my last portion of energy gel and slurped it down while waiting. The runner also reached into her stash and handed me a sachet of some sugary, calorific strawberry-flavored slimy thing. I had some suspicions of what it was so I graciously accepted it, aware of the fact that I might need it later.
The line did move very quickly. This was exactly why I just loved marathons in Japan. I immediately rejoined the race and before long, arrived at the elusive turn back point after running about 12 km one-way on a flat stretch with ZERO shades and nothing much to look at.
The next check point was at KM 30, so I kept telling myself to stick with runners from my block because from their pace, I knew that they would help me get to the finish line. There were no official pacers, thus I had to use whatever I could.
While turn-back route was usually my pet peeve, I actually liked it this time. I got to run closer to the middle of the road and shouted my thanks to volunteers on the other side who were already cleaning up. They actually looked up from their tasks, waved back, and wished us all to do our best. Writing this actually brought tears to my eyes – I love such hospitality!
There were also food provided on this side of the route – I ate everything offered: banana, suika (watermelon), tsumugi (cake made from rice flour, a Hokkaido’s specialty) and that strawberry-flavored gel from the runner at the toilet line.
Water stations were spaced about 2 km each, but the heat left me thirsty in between them. Thus I stopped three times at makeshift aid stations by local spectators, asking for water. At my first stop, I just had water, second stop some isotonic drink and the third some banana slices, watermelon, Coke and ice (bundled in a plastic bag).
After reaching the checkpoint at KM 35 with more or less the same time margin, I knew I got it. The marathon, I meant. It was now just 7 km to the finish line, so I estimated to finish is about an hour. Still, I was worried especially because I took another toilet break at KM 37 (in a gas station this time).
It was a huge relief to be turning back into the city and right into the gate of Hokkaido University. Finally – some shades! The atmosphere was livelier as there were more supporters there. I didn’t have much time to enjoy the lush and green Poplar Avenue because as predicted, the time margin was diminishing as the 40 km checkpoint loomed ahead.
I reached that important checkpoint with just 6 minutes before its closing time. I saw a guy in a yellow shirt running with a full bag of gomi (trash). The word “SWEEPER” was emblazoned on his back. Talk about just making it in time!
My legs were heavy and I was tired. I didn’t have the energy to make my usual getaway at KM 38 so I decided to maintain the pace and try to run faster at KM 41. To be honest, that final one kilometer felt like forever.
We turned into Odori Park again, and the straight stretch leading to the finish line was so long. I kept my eyes on the clock and tried to get across before it turned 5:00:00. I sprinted but couldn’t quite make it. Thus I was determined to finish before it turned 5:01:00.
It felt like a huge triumph when I crossed the time mat at 5:00:23. I allowed myself a little celebration, estimating my net time to be 8 minutes off from the gun time. The human flow at the finish line was a bit hectic but I was just too grateful to be able to stop running for the day.
After getting my medal and towel, I picked up a plastic bag of ice and spotted a spot on the grass to ice my calves. Out of nowhere, someone asked, “Hazwani, desuka?”
I turned, answered yes and a fellow runner introduced himself as a friend of a good friend of mine. She knew I was traveling to run the marathon and he did too, so she asked him to try find me. He did, in this seas of 20, 000 people.
“It was easy,” Kaz-san said, “you’re the only one wearing a headscarf.”
We spent some time chatting while icing our inflamed calves. I found out that Kaz-san ran SCKLM three weeks earlier as well, and he was proudly wearing SCKLM’s running vest! Before parting, we took pictures to commemorate the occasion, and promised to keep in touch via the social media.
I went to collect my certificate (by this time I was used to the wishes of “otsukaresama desu” – you’ve worked hard/ good work/ thank you for your hard work from the volunteers; it was them who I should thank instead!) and went to have it laminated. In front of me was a couple and neither one of them looked like they’d been running.
I didn’t really pay them attention until the wife asked where I was from. She said her mother (!) ran the marathon. The lady looked older than me so imagine how old her mother was? I kept saying “sugoi!” because that was indeed one amazing feat. Especially if her mother ran fast(er than me).
The mother came over with her luggage bag a few minutes later and I was duly introduced. I congratulated her (“omedetou gozaimasu” – should have been gozaimashita). By this time, we were making quite a noise but I guess festive mood allowed that.
After getting my laminated certificate back, I went to collect my luggage back and made my way into the changing tent to change into clean, fresh clothes. To be honest, I didn’t really want to change but I wanted to experience the changing tent for myself. It was thoughtfully erected – with enough layers to cover runners’ modesty.
I descended back into the underground subway station and made a quick stop for an obligatory post marathon coffee at Doutor. I wasn’t above drinking cheap coffee, especially in Japan. Allowing myself a cup of sinfully delicious iced café mocha with whipped cream, I made my way to the platform. My thighs were burning, my calves hurting but my right knee was surprisingly pain-free.
I savored my coffee as I devoured on the familiar endorphin-induced giddiness after completing a full marathon.
My net time was 4:52:03.
I am legitimately a sub-5-hour marathoner.
Full Marathon #5: Perspectives from The Street
Just a few days after completing my 6th full marathon, a travel piece I wrote on running my 5th was published in Travel Times, New Strait Times on Aug 11th.
It pretty much documented on my view of Seoul from the street - the good, the bad and the ugly.
Enjoy reading it here :)
September 4, 2016
Full Marathon #6: SCKLM 2016
I am so bad at this.
This being documenting my running full marathon story. So here goes one – hopefully I am still able to do it justice.
I ran my 6th full marathon – the Standard Chartered KL Marathon 2016 - on Aug 7th. I wasn’t ambitious even after my PB in Seoul almost five months prior; I realized that it would be hot and humid, I needed to stop for Subh prayer and I wasn’t as fit as it was only a month post Ramadhan, when I did zero running.
Thus I set a safe target: to go out and finish in 5:30, max. Of course secretly I was hoping for a sub 5:30.
I was grateful that I had no driving lesson on Saturday morning. Thus after ditching a shakeout session on Friday for a job interview, I decided to just sleep in and chill out at home before departing for KL after the Asr prayer.
As in 2014 when I ran the half marathon, I decided to camp in a nearby hotel in order to make it to the start line for the 4 am flag off. I did some grocery shopping (my SOP when I “travel” for a marathon) consisting of banana, coffee and some muffins, both for breakfast and quick post-marathon fuel, had dinner in Nu Sentral and headed to Masjid Jamek area.
Somehow, I was tired. Thus I fell asleep even before it was time for Isya’ prayer, after setting my alarm at 1.30 am so I would have ample time to pray, eat, shower and get ready before leaving the hotel at 3 am.
The 5-hour sleep refreshed me. Still, I had these butterflies fluttering away in my stomach. I felt a familiar tingle of nerves – a norm before toeing the start line of ANY races. Which was good, I think. It meant I still cared, it meant I was still determined to do my best, it meant racing still excited me.
I left the hotel at 3 am, joining a few other runners in front of me. We then merged with a throng of more runners heading to Dataran Merdeka. The square was all lighted up and very lively with thousands of crazy people in running singlets and shorts, ready to torture themselves for a few hours that early Sunday morning.
I joined them; stretching and warming up before making my way to my starting pen. There were definitely a lot of runners in the full marathon category, most of them locals. It was heart-warming to see that Malaysian runners were not afraid to embrace the dreaded distance!
I took position with maybe around 20 minutes to spare, so I just let my ears caught the buzzes around me. Two male runners behind me were attempting their first full marathon, by mistake, they claimed. Initially they wanted to register for the half, but somehow found themselves registered for the full variety instead. They asked if it was my first as well, to which I replied (and feeling secretly smug about it), nope, it was my 6th.
To be honest, I couldn’t believe it as well. 6th FM? Really? How did that happen? The last fives, to today, still felt like dreams. Thanks to medals, certificates and photos, I could attest that I did run them all.
Anyway, we were flag-off at 4 am sharp. I crossed the start time mat about 3 minutes later. My game plan was simple – I would follow the 5-hour pacers until I reached the surau at KM 15 for Subuh prayer. After that I would stick with the 5:30 pacers.
I found the 5:00 pacers easily. Somehow, I felt fast so instead of sticking right by their side, I ran slightly in front of them. I maintained that position all along AKLEH (and back). The azan (prayer call) for Subuh came right as I reached the surau by AKLEH toll booth. I made a stop at the mobile surau provided, and went into the women section.
I must say the facility impressed me. I was able to take off my tudung (scarf) and took ablution in private and used the provided prayer garment. I must have enjoyed the facility a little too much, as I took my time and when I started running again (the first congregational prayer for the male runners just ended and they were changing imam), the 5:00 pacers were nowhere in sight.
I made another stop before we left AKLEH altogether – for a toilet break and also for my second dose of gel (1/2 sachet). It was still dark as I trudged on into MRR2 heading to the entrance of DUKE. I used to live in Ukay Perdana, so the road was familiar. Yet never in my wildest imagination had I ever thought that I would run it! The road was definitely shorter when driven!
After running forever (almost), I ran up the flyover into DUKE. Pheww.
Not.
Here came the dreaded, famously boring 10 km on this highway that would take me back into the city. I braced myself and just told my legs to not stop running.
Thankfully, it was around this time that I met the 5:30 pace group. I immediately recognized “Uncle” Kelvin Ng, but the others were unfamiliar to me. Decked in rockstar costume of wigs and ballon guitars, they were indeed a lively and friendly bunch. For the first few minutes, I just followed them in silence. I was already tired and my eyes were stinging for the past few kilometres for no apparent reasons.
It was partly to distract myself and also because their contagious friendliness, my usual antisocial running behaviour melted. It started with a simple question “are we on track?” (answer: yes) and a request “you must bring me home (finish line) in 5:30!” (answer: of course!), then before I knew it I made a resolve to stick to these guys: Uncle Kelvin, Dafi, KK and Azhar – if I were to survive this race.
I found myself talking. A lot.
KK was chatty, Uncle Kelvin was interesting, Dafi and Azhar were a bit quiet but always answer my questions about running. I found out that most of them were faster runners, but decided to pace 5:30 because they liked each other’s company.
The pacers called out the time at every KM, but they missed one at KM 28 because…
We actually caused a road accident. A car on the opposite lane just rammed into the divider right before our eyes. The airbag was deployed, and Azhar, who ran over to check on the driver, confirmed that he was unhurt. We suspected the driver was looking our way – with huge balloons, rock star gears and loud singing, we sure commanded attention.
Still, “my heart will go on,” said KK. We continued our way after that little interruption. I could see how serious these pacers were about their duties and responsibilities. They were not only keeping tab on the pace and splits, but also kept on cheering and encouraging runners along the way.
There were times that I felt I couldn’t take another step, but I could count on them to push me forward.
It felt like a small victory when we finally arrived at the end of DUKE (KM 31) at Jalan Kuching that we even stopped under the check point arch for a group photo. At this juncture, I couldn’t help feeling that I got it. I could finish, even though I knew the biggest test had yet to come.
It came, just after the Segambut roundabout. We left the main road and ventured into… Bukit Tunku. I was quite familiar with this route as I ran it at least once a year. I must say it’s my favourite route when it comes to hills. A lot of hills.
Still, the beginning was a flat stretch. We stopped a few times for photos as many runningcrews and support groups were there, cheering us on. KK even got me an ice cream from his friends from Born to Run Running Club. I already ran out of gels and chews (I couldn’t believe I consumed so much calories!) so it was heaven sent, really.
Then all of sudden, there it was, right at KM 35.
The HILL.
It looked menacing, maybe because it was so late into the race. But to be honest, it wasn’t that bad. We spent just about one kilometre inside Bukit Tunku, and that encompassed BOTH climb and descent.
We merged with the half marathoners just after Bank Negara going to Tugu Negara. The atmosphere became livelier with more supporters on cheering from the sidewalks. There was a bit of climbing to be done, but it was manageable.
I was exhausted, so I knew that I won’t be able to make a breakaway at KM 38 as my usual strategy in my past few full marathons. So I trudged on with the pace set by the pacers. Again, it was a relief to not be looking at the watch and worry if I was either too fast or too slow (it was never the right pace *sigh*). Some things were better left to others.
The pacers warned us about the final climb in front of Muzium Negara so I preserved some energy for that. My plan was again very simple: to just run one step at a time and not fight the elevation. After a few steps, I could feel the hill becoming easier. Respecting the distance worked, every time.
We passed The Majestic Hotel and Stesen Keretapi Kuala Lumpur. Before long, I saw the KM 41 marker. I still had a bit of gas left in the tank, so I said goodbyes to the pacers. It was something that I had to do.
I picked up the pace and started sprinting. Just as I descended the flyover in front of the Pejabat Pos Besar Kuala Lumpur, I saw the finish line, in all its glory. But before that, I saw Edan Syah, Malaysia’s own citizen runner and current leading Malaysian marathoner giving out high-fives on the left side of the lane. I was, am, a big fan, so I couldn’t resist one myself.
After that, it was all about getting the best timing that I could muster.
5:27:49 gun time, 5:25:01 net time.
It certainly wasn’t my best, but indeed a great, different experience on its own. I first ran with pacers when I set my personal best in Seoul back in March (4:48:04) but due to language barrier, I didn’t get to interact with them and fellow runners. I always thought I ran best being quiet and personal, but I found running while being social just equally, if not more, satisfying.
Still, as I made my way to the runners’ entitlement tent for my medal and finisher shirt, the best feeling when crossing the finish line was the fact that I didn’t have to run anymore that day.
Now that was a huge relief.
Now a bit of “Oscar-like speech”: thank you to all tireless volunteers and committed organizer for a job well done. Water stations were ample and thanks for the gels and bananas (I still couldn’t believe I ate that much food!). Toilets were sufficient too, and you gave us amazing pacers!
My only qualm (okay, qualms) were the human flow before flag off and after the finish line. But again, I understand with 32, 000 bodies that had their own minds, it was difficult to enforce control.
Will I run KL again? It’s my home city – so really, do you have to even ask? ;)
This being documenting my running full marathon story. So here goes one – hopefully I am still able to do it justice.
I ran my 6th full marathon – the Standard Chartered KL Marathon 2016 - on Aug 7th. I wasn’t ambitious even after my PB in Seoul almost five months prior; I realized that it would be hot and humid, I needed to stop for Subh prayer and I wasn’t as fit as it was only a month post Ramadhan, when I did zero running.
Thus I set a safe target: to go out and finish in 5:30, max. Of course secretly I was hoping for a sub 5:30.
I was grateful that I had no driving lesson on Saturday morning. Thus after ditching a shakeout session on Friday for a job interview, I decided to just sleep in and chill out at home before departing for KL after the Asr prayer.
As in 2014 when I ran the half marathon, I decided to camp in a nearby hotel in order to make it to the start line for the 4 am flag off. I did some grocery shopping (my SOP when I “travel” for a marathon) consisting of banana, coffee and some muffins, both for breakfast and quick post-marathon fuel, had dinner in Nu Sentral and headed to Masjid Jamek area.
Somehow, I was tired. Thus I fell asleep even before it was time for Isya’ prayer, after setting my alarm at 1.30 am so I would have ample time to pray, eat, shower and get ready before leaving the hotel at 3 am.
The 5-hour sleep refreshed me. Still, I had these butterflies fluttering away in my stomach. I felt a familiar tingle of nerves – a norm before toeing the start line of ANY races. Which was good, I think. It meant I still cared, it meant I was still determined to do my best, it meant racing still excited me.
I left the hotel at 3 am, joining a few other runners in front of me. We then merged with a throng of more runners heading to Dataran Merdeka. The square was all lighted up and very lively with thousands of crazy people in running singlets and shorts, ready to torture themselves for a few hours that early Sunday morning.
I joined them; stretching and warming up before making my way to my starting pen. There were definitely a lot of runners in the full marathon category, most of them locals. It was heart-warming to see that Malaysian runners were not afraid to embrace the dreaded distance!
I took position with maybe around 20 minutes to spare, so I just let my ears caught the buzzes around me. Two male runners behind me were attempting their first full marathon, by mistake, they claimed. Initially they wanted to register for the half, but somehow found themselves registered for the full variety instead. They asked if it was my first as well, to which I replied (and feeling secretly smug about it), nope, it was my 6th.
To be honest, I couldn’t believe it as well. 6th FM? Really? How did that happen? The last fives, to today, still felt like dreams. Thanks to medals, certificates and photos, I could attest that I did run them all.
Anyway, we were flag-off at 4 am sharp. I crossed the start time mat about 3 minutes later. My game plan was simple – I would follow the 5-hour pacers until I reached the surau at KM 15 for Subuh prayer. After that I would stick with the 5:30 pacers.
I found the 5:00 pacers easily. Somehow, I felt fast so instead of sticking right by their side, I ran slightly in front of them. I maintained that position all along AKLEH (and back). The azan (prayer call) for Subuh came right as I reached the surau by AKLEH toll booth. I made a stop at the mobile surau provided, and went into the women section.
I must say the facility impressed me. I was able to take off my tudung (scarf) and took ablution in private and used the provided prayer garment. I must have enjoyed the facility a little too much, as I took my time and when I started running again (the first congregational prayer for the male runners just ended and they were changing imam), the 5:00 pacers were nowhere in sight.
I made another stop before we left AKLEH altogether – for a toilet break and also for my second dose of gel (1/2 sachet). It was still dark as I trudged on into MRR2 heading to the entrance of DUKE. I used to live in Ukay Perdana, so the road was familiar. Yet never in my wildest imagination had I ever thought that I would run it! The road was definitely shorter when driven!
After running forever (almost), I ran up the flyover into DUKE. Pheww.
Not.
Here came the dreaded, famously boring 10 km on this highway that would take me back into the city. I braced myself and just told my legs to not stop running.
Thankfully, it was around this time that I met the 5:30 pace group. I immediately recognized “Uncle” Kelvin Ng, but the others were unfamiliar to me. Decked in rockstar costume of wigs and ballon guitars, they were indeed a lively and friendly bunch. For the first few minutes, I just followed them in silence. I was already tired and my eyes were stinging for the past few kilometres for no apparent reasons.
It was partly to distract myself and also because their contagious friendliness, my usual antisocial running behaviour melted. It started with a simple question “are we on track?” (answer: yes) and a request “you must bring me home (finish line) in 5:30!” (answer: of course!), then before I knew it I made a resolve to stick to these guys: Uncle Kelvin, Dafi, KK and Azhar – if I were to survive this race.
I found myself talking. A lot.
KK was chatty, Uncle Kelvin was interesting, Dafi and Azhar were a bit quiet but always answer my questions about running. I found out that most of them were faster runners, but decided to pace 5:30 because they liked each other’s company.
The pacers called out the time at every KM, but they missed one at KM 28 because…
We actually caused a road accident. A car on the opposite lane just rammed into the divider right before our eyes. The airbag was deployed, and Azhar, who ran over to check on the driver, confirmed that he was unhurt. We suspected the driver was looking our way – with huge balloons, rock star gears and loud singing, we sure commanded attention.
Still, “my heart will go on,” said KK. We continued our way after that little interruption. I could see how serious these pacers were about their duties and responsibilities. They were not only keeping tab on the pace and splits, but also kept on cheering and encouraging runners along the way.
There were times that I felt I couldn’t take another step, but I could count on them to push me forward.
It felt like a small victory when we finally arrived at the end of DUKE (KM 31) at Jalan Kuching that we even stopped under the check point arch for a group photo. At this juncture, I couldn’t help feeling that I got it. I could finish, even though I knew the biggest test had yet to come.
It came, just after the Segambut roundabout. We left the main road and ventured into… Bukit Tunku. I was quite familiar with this route as I ran it at least once a year. I must say it’s my favourite route when it comes to hills. A lot of hills.
Still, the beginning was a flat stretch. We stopped a few times for photos as many runningcrews and support groups were there, cheering us on. KK even got me an ice cream from his friends from Born to Run Running Club. I already ran out of gels and chews (I couldn’t believe I consumed so much calories!) so it was heaven sent, really.
Then all of sudden, there it was, right at KM 35.
The HILL.
It looked menacing, maybe because it was so late into the race. But to be honest, it wasn’t that bad. We spent just about one kilometre inside Bukit Tunku, and that encompassed BOTH climb and descent.
We merged with the half marathoners just after Bank Negara going to Tugu Negara. The atmosphere became livelier with more supporters on cheering from the sidewalks. There was a bit of climbing to be done, but it was manageable.
I was exhausted, so I knew that I won’t be able to make a breakaway at KM 38 as my usual strategy in my past few full marathons. So I trudged on with the pace set by the pacers. Again, it was a relief to not be looking at the watch and worry if I was either too fast or too slow (it was never the right pace *sigh*). Some things were better left to others.
The pacers warned us about the final climb in front of Muzium Negara so I preserved some energy for that. My plan was again very simple: to just run one step at a time and not fight the elevation. After a few steps, I could feel the hill becoming easier. Respecting the distance worked, every time.
We passed The Majestic Hotel and Stesen Keretapi Kuala Lumpur. Before long, I saw the KM 41 marker. I still had a bit of gas left in the tank, so I said goodbyes to the pacers. It was something that I had to do.
I picked up the pace and started sprinting. Just as I descended the flyover in front of the Pejabat Pos Besar Kuala Lumpur, I saw the finish line, in all its glory. But before that, I saw Edan Syah, Malaysia’s own citizen runner and current leading Malaysian marathoner giving out high-fives on the left side of the lane. I was, am, a big fan, so I couldn’t resist one myself.
After that, it was all about getting the best timing that I could muster.
5:27:49 gun time, 5:25:01 net time.
It certainly wasn’t my best, but indeed a great, different experience on its own. I first ran with pacers when I set my personal best in Seoul back in March (4:48:04) but due to language barrier, I didn’t get to interact with them and fellow runners. I always thought I ran best being quiet and personal, but I found running while being social just equally, if not more, satisfying.
Still, as I made my way to the runners’ entitlement tent for my medal and finisher shirt, the best feeling when crossing the finish line was the fact that I didn’t have to run anymore that day.
Now that was a huge relief.
Now a bit of “Oscar-like speech”: thank you to all tireless volunteers and committed organizer for a job well done. Water stations were ample and thanks for the gels and bananas (I still couldn’t believe I ate that much food!). Toilets were sufficient too, and you gave us amazing pacers!
My only qualm (okay, qualms) were the human flow before flag off and after the finish line. But again, I understand with 32, 000 bodies that had their own minds, it was difficult to enforce control.
Will I run KL again? It’s my home city – so really, do you have to even ask? ;)
June 23, 2016
"Well-Roasted for Coffee Lovers": My Caffeinated Adventure in Tokyo in NST
It was a conscious decision.
There is very limited avenue for travel articles in Malay, thus I decided to write them in English in order to see them published and read. I am not trying to defend myself against my own stance ("if I don't write it in Malay, and who would?"). Over the years, I find articulating my thoughts on traveling is easier and unpretentious in English. Thus, it was a matter of convenience, really.
But it is kind of nice to prove that even though I was educated in sekolah kebangsaan without DLP or PPSMI, was not raised in a household that speaks English and only finished reading my first English book at 13 years old, I can still gain decent English proficiency.
That aside, after being a closeted travel writer/instagrammer (I travel and coffee photos using tags #kembara #alwayscaffeinated #kembarakopi), today marks a new milestone in my writing career when my first travel article is published in the New Straits Times. The first draft was easy to write, as it combined my loves for writing, traveling, coffee and Japan.
It was the editing part that forced me to be cold-hearted. After some feedback from the editor, I got down to business. Being a writer, I know producing a cear, compact and precise piece of work is the ultimate goal, even if I have to sacrifice personal feelings and "kill my darlings" in the process. The result is what you read today. I still kept the original draft, of course, because I am sentimental like that. Haha.
God willing, this will be the first of many to come. May Allah ease.
Happy reading!
June 7, 2016
Day #2: 30-Day HIIT Challenge
Elbow plank.
10 secs | 20 secs rest20 secs | 20 secs rest10 secs | 20 secs rest20 secs | 60 secs rest
x 5 sets
It sounded easy, but it wasn't. 2nd day of all physical activities is always the hardest. I am still sore from yesterday, but I know I have to endure so that my body will learn to tolerate the pain. In a few days, it will stop complaining.
10 secs | 20 secs rest20 secs | 20 secs rest10 secs | 20 secs rest20 secs | 60 secs rest
x 5 sets
It sounded easy, but it wasn't. 2nd day of all physical activities is always the hardest. I am still sore from yesterday, but I know I have to endure so that my body will learn to tolerate the pain. In a few days, it will stop complaining.
