Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Transfiguration of a ticket : a passion and an addiction

“I'll be going for a run this evening.” he said while I was getting ready to go to work. My heart start to race, a BIG and constant question come bugging me – will he ask me to run? Oh, please don't. It's tiring. Please just let it stop there. (This symptom is called 'Self-inflicted Pressure' – nobody force me!)

Sometime, in the evening, I saw him changed into his running attire from the corner of my eyes, I quickly make myself busy with house chores. This is to 'avoid' being 'invited' to join him for a run. Well, inactivity has made me sluggish, hagged and always feeling tired and lazy.

Even though I do run with him on and off but the interval is far far apart. I dread too much physical activities and the only marathon I do is 'Shopping Marathon'. Why run? So hot, so sweaty, so tiring? Though at times, I initiate a jog – when I needed to burn some fats. Running is just for the purpose of slimming down.

In the course of our differences in viewing running all these years, we share something common – that we wanted to go backpacking when our kids are grown, when we retired. So, he will sometimes comment that if that is the purpose, we have to make sure we are physically fit and healthy. So, he is not sure if I'm up to it by then? (Such conversation repeat many times, and always left me thinking)

Ugh ugh! I'm not going to sit at home and 'watch' him go backpacking through the most exotic places in the world! So, like it or not, I better get fit or get left behind......

Finally, came October 2008, I 'woke up' from my 'slumber land' and started to jog in front of our house (see, I actually have the luxury of a small padang, a complete round of about 250-300meters right in front of my house that all this while I intentionally ignore) Best record 10 rounds! I must admit, it is so so difficult to break that record. Sometimes, I just feel like running right into the house and that's it for the day. Weak mind, not much determination then.

One day, he asked me if I'd like to try out a race, only 7km? Huh? Kidding me, 7km, so long, how to run? But then, I don't know why, I said yes and registered. So I started some form of training, with loads of butterflies and bees and all sorts of bugs in my stomach!

Then, just a week before the race day, I was down with dengue hemorrhagic fever and hospitalised. What a first timer luck? Darn, I was actually upset that I cannot make it to my first ever race (Shhh, don't tell anyone – I lost my temper and tantrums the day before the race and got mad with everyone!) I cried. Can you imagine that?

It's okay, babe! My next 'first race' was Mizuno Wave Run! I did it! I completed the whole 10km in 1 hr 32 minutes! I got a medal! Yeay! Well done, well done! Ecstatic is just too vague to describe my feeling the moment I stepped onto the finishing line.

My feet didn't stop running ever since. Then it was Malakof 12 km, POAWP 6km cross country, KL City Day Run, Wild Wild Run, Larian Amal Sri Sinar, and the list goes on and on. The longest distance being New Balance 15km race recently.

I now have, within reach, some 'medals' that I hold extremely dear to me:

Healthier, fitter, fresher!
A common direction with “The Man” who brought me here

Blossoming friendship of our running community
A passion – 11 races within 6 months, more to come
A ticket to experience the world's most exotic places
An ice-cream box of medals which is accumulating

There is a saying : Behind every successful man, there is a woman. For me, It is “Behind every avid women runner, there are very very supportive family”, Therefore, my medals are for :

The Man himself, Steven, my hubby, my motivator (I hope to make him my 'rabbit' instead, next year, if I'm able, haha, FAT HOPE!)
My daughter – Shaunie, whom I made 'baby sitter' over her little brother and happily doing it
My son – Jeremy, the big baby who runs only his fingers on keyboards, who has his father's running genes, awaiting to be 'exploded.

I made ONE and ONLY resolution this year : “I will run as many races as possible beginning 1-1-2009! “ Looks like I have some minor amendment to my resolution : “and train for a half marathon by year 2010!”

Baru realised :

Backpacking or no backpacking, it's secondary now. All that matters is a passion fast brewing and an addiction that spread like a wild fire.

Monday, June 15, 2009

I'll keep on running ...

Someone must be wondering what is so special about running until I put this hobby as part of my lifestyle. Someone must be wondering why I’m so addicted to it until I look so skinny compared to what I used to be three years ago. If you are one of that ‘someone’, I believe you’ve never run or ever been seriously running before. But that’s OK. I wrote this running story not only to share it with my fellow runners, but also with those who are not runners so that we can ‘understand’ each other.

What I meant by ‘understand’ is for those who are not into running, who find that runners are odd, weird and different, especially in my community (family members, colleagues and neighbors) where most them don’t practice a healthy lifestyle or any physical activities. They may think that running is such an activity that only elite athletes are able to do it. They may think that it doesn’t matter how far and fast the normal people can run, we will not be able to grab the top spots in any competitions anyway. So they may think why run when they can have a healthy body by taking up futsal or badminton or even walking.

That is why running is not a sport that can easily attract people to join by just watching, let alone reading. By the way, at the end of this already bored story, I don’t expect my fellow colleagues and neighbors to just grab their running shoes and start running immediately. That is why I believe, to understand running, they must experience it by themselves. The most important to start running is they must have something miraculous to trigger in their minds.

Anyway, running must have started somewhere & sometime in my life before. If my memory serves me right, I started running when I was 16 years old. I used to run every late afternoon from my school at Alor Akar, Kuantan to Telok Cempedak beach and back. That’s approximately a 6km route as the first running route of my life. I ran for only about one year or so and stopped just before my SPM examination. That was nearly 14 years ago when I ran for nothing but for the fun to just get away from my hostel. I ran just to enjoy the beautiful white sandy beach and breezing winds over my face at the half way mark.

After a long break, I started running again when I was studying at a local university in 1997. I used to run around my hostel in loops of 1km. It was really weird for me because I was the only student who runs every other late afternoon, round and round the same pedestrian path where others just watch me past by in countless laps. I stopped my run when my favorite route was no more easily accessible, when I had to rent a house outside campus. But that was not the real reason why I had stopped running. I believe it was because I was running blank. I was not running for any purpose. That why I kept running on and off.

The bad thing about me when I stop running the last time was I started smoking. Being around with my family members, friends and colleagues where most of them are smokers really helped getting me involve in this bad habit. I still remember one day when I had asked for a cigarette from one of my friends without noticing that he had only the last one left. Yet he still insisted to give me with a quote, “what’s a friend for?”. But I cannot blame them isn’t it? It all starts with me. I had wasted approximately 10 years of my life as a slave to cigarettes. Actually I started smoking when I was 15! But of course it was on and off then. If I had carried on this bad habit for another 10 years, you would not be able to read this crap. I’m glad that I’ve managed to put the habit behind me since 6 years’ ago.

I stop my running for a very long time until I started again recently. Well, after almost 10 years of resting, wasting my life as a heavy smoker at one point, build-up huge amounts of fat in my body due to bad eating habits and getting sick. As a result, I occasionally had very bad migraine, my blood pressure was bloody high and my weight was almost 80kg. For a man whose height is only 1.67m, that’s OVERWEIGHT.

Back to my running episode. It had to start somewhere again and sometime right? It began around early October 2007 when all the Muslims were preparing for Hari Raya. Unfortunately for me, I had a really bad high fever just three days before. I was lying hopelessly in bed, barely able to move my body, thinking what’s wrong with me and why I’m having this problem that I’ve never experienced before. I told myself that it must be probably due to my unhealthy lifestyle. I told to myself then, “This is it! It’s enough! If I ever come out of this condition alive, I want to be as healthy as I can be”. Then a day before Hari Raya, I found out I was actually having chicken pox! Quite a surprise since I was already almost 29 years’ old but my Mom confirmed that I’ve never had it before. Now I know why I feel such a huge pain inside my body until I cannot even stand up and walk. But anyway, I’ve made up my mind to change my lifestyle after I recovered. So I must continue ...

About a week after that, I bought a cheap Adidas running shoe with only one thing on my mind … to start running again and forever. I still remember the day I started my run. I could barely finish the short route around my housing area. I had to stop and walk for a few meters even before the first kilometer mark. It was really hard to maintain even a very slow pace during that early days of running.
But now, I’m changed! I’ve lost almost 20 kilos since I started running again. I’ve never been as healthy as I am today and I feel so blessed for what I have today. I watch my diet proper as I monitor my training as well. Oh, by the way, I’m almost at the end of my training for the first ever full marathon of my life. I can’t believe I will at the starting line of the Standard Chartered KL Marathon 2009 in less than a month. With the help and support from my beloved family and friends from Kota Kemuning Pacers, I believe I will cross the finish line.

A lot of things have happened since the first day of my run. I hit the wall, I felt pain, I injured my knee, I torn my calve muscle, I was sidelined for awhile but after all that, I still LOVE running. As long as I can breath, stand and move my legs, I will keep on running …

By the way, you can check on my training progress at http://www.buckeyeoutdoors.com/cgi-bin/training/traininglog?guest=Riq

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

I'm all pumped up about running ...

I’m definitely all pumped up about running. My goal’s to maintain my fitness and lend my support to others who are keen to improve their fitness too.

I’m 46 this year and have been tagging along that one most important woman in my life, ‘Dear Wifey’ for like ages … OMG!!! It’s been 25 years now! To my ‘Dear Wifey’, thanks for putting up with me and all my nonsense. I’m sure this running ‘thingy’ is definitely no nonsense since I’ve got your full support. We sure rock, motivating each other for health’s benefits. I’ve a 18-year-old son (don’t ask “Why one only?” coz it’s a long long story) and I’m glad he’s into all this fitness ‘thingy’ too.

I grew up playing sports, some of which have turned into a lifetime sport such as running, swimming, cycling and weight-training. I’m still very much the outdoor freak. I would love to go fishing, hiking, mountain climbing and participate in trialthlons but it’s just not so since I can’t find that much spare time for myself. I’m still a ‘tah-koong’ guy … need to eke-out a living … so 8 hours of the day is totally out! Not forgetting the travelling time and the traffic jams put in.

More than 4 years ago, after I’d developed poor eating habits, I weighed more than 80kgs (I ballooned to 85kgs to be exact). With work demands and an increased sedentary lifestyle, my eating habits added more than 10” to my waistline. When my blood pressure refused to go down after each visit to the doctor, I was jolted into reality … “I’m in deep trouble, with a capital T!”

I return to running (my greatest passion) in 2005. I started round the Kota Kemuning Lake and could barely complete half the distance. But the anticipated trouble with a capital T nudged me on. Motivation can definitely be a struggle for many but not for me. I was committed to regain my health and fitness, not only for myself but for my ‘Dear Wifey’ and son. I owe it to them to grow to a ripe old age, to be there whenever they need me.

I kept up my physical activities and increase both my running mileage and pace. I kept a well-balance diet and cut out all those fatty and carbo-food. “Input = Output” is best! In time, I was already buying new clothes as I’ve started to ‘drown’ in my current ones. I’ve lost more than 10kgs since and my waistline reduced to 30 inches. The next best news is that my hypertension is now a thing of the past.

My weight has since hit a plateau but my main objective now is to maintain it by eating right and exercising regularly but not excessively. I would certainly like to enjoy all my physical activities, especially my running while not forgetting to enjoy life with my family, my utmost priority. I’m just so grateful that I’m lucky enough to have my whole family involved in the same fitness ‘thingy’.

Running is a sure way to staying FIT & HEALTHY!
Just remember, maintain MODERATION.

Raymond Chong

Monday, June 8, 2009

I fall in love with running again, again and again.......

I am passionate about running and has been running since my childhood days. I used to be a regular face at Bukit China, Melaka. At that time, no such thing as “Marathon”. Just running for fun. No goal, No Target.

My first time running a race was in my 1st year in varsity. 8km from Kajang to UKM campus. Sounds “kacang”. But after 2km, “Punctured”. Why? Started with a 100M dash! But managed to finished 8th. Not too bad.

Seeing my ability, my friends introduced me to “MARATHON”. OK OK, lets give it a try. First race, Penang International Marathon. 42km. No joke! Result was -6 hours of gruesome torture. This experience was the wake up call to “what is running all about?” It really helps you to understand your own body’s limit.

Later, being in the working world. I started to race with “The Rats” and guess what? I developed a double chin and one big pack on my belly. Always feels heavy and sluggish. One day, a lady colleague trashed me 9-0 in a squash game.

Honeymoon years over. Enough! Enough! Started training again. Met a few “kaki-lari ” friends and never stop ever since. Ran 16 races a year, and a few triathlon races to my record. Got very fit and sporty. This meteoric comeback won’t be easy if I did not experience a marathon before.

Now, at 45, just woke up from a little nap. I slowed down again few years back due to lack of running friends. Thanks to my running pal Ray. With his companionship, I started to race again.

Knowing how important friends are in preserving the “running fire”, we mooted the idea of setting up a run club in Kota Kemuning. With the support and active participation from our wives, we started to blog about running, plan running activities and encourage newbies to take up running. Now we could see more and more runners in our Kota Kemuning Pacers Club.

One advice to running people out there. NEVER STOP RUNNING. Only slow down if time doesn’t permit but don’t stop completely. Once you stop, you need lots of will power to get back to where you were before.

And…..

When running, I put up a smiling face to everyone that I come across. I greet them with a sincere heart. I observe my surroundings. I enjoy my sweat and feel my energy. With all this feeling in harmony, I hope to be able to run a long,long,long……. Way.

HAPPY RUNNING.

Steven Ng