Atuk, jangan!
Today, I made another decision. I decided to beat myself into a pulp before the sun comes up.
My abs still hurt. Minor signs of plantar fasciitis on my right foot. Quads still sore. That’s a good sign. A sign of hard work.
5:45 am. I started from my house, aimed to do a point-to-point run. Run out for one hour, run back in another hour. Target time, under 2 hours.
Have you ever wondered how far you can run, and still make it back?
Today’s the day I find out.
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From my house in Selayang, along Jalan Sungai Tua. Reached Kompleks Sri Siantan. Can go further? Can…
Reached Batu Caves. Stopping here? No…
Reached Giant. Enough already? Not yet…
Reached Sri Gombak. Turn in? Yes…
Someone in a van winded down the window as I passed by. “Atuk, jangan…” he said.
Atuk??
One hour passed yet? Nope. Keep looping inside Sri Gombak until you hit one hour.
I’m still wondering why that van guy told me “Atuk, jangan.” Does he think I’m a 57 year old retiree? Must be la. Because normal people should be heading off to work by now. B-b-but… do I look like one? Ayo. Maybe I do!
One hour’s up. Yes! Now is when the “real” training begins. The run back should be faster than getting here. Negative splits. It’s part of the program.
A nagging doubt. What if I don’t make it back?
Courage and strength… courage and strength.
Hit home in 1 hour 46 minutes. 100 Plus, capati, two half boiled eggs and roti bakar followed right after. Even the mamak shop guy is asking questions.
And all I want for Christmas is a pair of Newtons.
