Dreams

Dream. What a beautiful word. Apparently, I realized recently that I do not really have any dreams. Say there is 4 type of people - Dreamer, dream seeker, dream chaser, and dream liver - I would say I am a dreamer for the last 6-7 years. Pathetic isn't it? Thus, I am going to transition myself to the next level, the dream seeker. I will find a dream where I will be proud and comfortable with. It may not be money or fame, but I do hope it will be a dream worth chasing and at the end of my life, I would say my life is well spent chasing an awesome dream. For now, I will continue to literally, DREAM ON!!

Colorful

The skies in my place are surprisingly beautiful the past few days. The clouds, the mountains, the birds, the rain, the plants, the flowers, the lake, the people, the grass and other inanimated objects, the colors are so vivid and bright. Everything I see is in high definition. Ah, if only I have a camera in my hand to capture these moments before its gone. Hmm.. Maybe I should get one..

Done! (Half-marathon)

21.1km -- DONE
AMEN, AMEN and AMEN.
3 o' clock in the morning on the 18th of November 2012, I with 8,999 other participants embarked on an adventure of conquering the Penang Bridge International Marathon's half-marathon category for the last time on the old bridge. It was undoubtedly one of my most memorable events for a long long time. Truthfully speaking, I was actually half awake throughout the run.

It was the hardest run I had ever ran. I've been running at least one 12km/ week for the last 3 months, yet I had never face anything do physically draining in my life. In fact, on the 10th of November, I did a close 17km with some of the TMM members. I thought that 21km would not be too difficult.

The 2 x 1km stretch of uphill along the bridge is both mentally and physically challenging. I am grateful for all the water stations available along the run, though it will always be overly crowded with other runners. I also thank God that he provide me with the endurance to run non-stop till the 18km mark, whereby I was literally wanting to cry by then. I was so exhausted and my feet are hurting. I walked for 500m and then continued to the finish line and voila, I completed my 1st half-marathon event in 2 hours and 23 minutes (a very satisfying personal record). Thank God for the strength He gave me, only He knows, how 'dead' I am when in was running.

There were also many inspiring runs. There is this guy doing a half-marathon on a wheelchair, there is this guy who looks about >100kg finishing a half-marathon, countless veterans running the full marathon, and of course a friend of mine doing a full but had leg cramp at the 20km mark. He was forced to walk the remaining distance.

Overall, it was an interesting experience. My leg is now 'rejuvenating' with sore and pain. Let's see, maybe I can do a full marathon at the new bridge next year. May God bless me!

Half a Man

They say the day you run a full marathon(42.2km) you become a man. Around 18 hours and 30 minutes later I, Moses, shall embark on a feat that I had never done before - running a half-marathon. Too add the excitement I challenged myself to run below 2.15 mark. This race will be dedicated to God. I am ready to move on to the next chapter in life. Half a man. I'll take it from now. 1 year from now, I'll be a full man alright! 

Determination

This is a word I never understood. Born in a family who provides me with everything, friends who help me in any situation, and a God that loves me in any type of circumstances. It is just fair to say I am born without any need to push myself further. What more the determination to achieve greatness. Nothing I do in life so far is a fruit of my determination. Most of the things I wanted to do is done half-way. So, today I would like to ask myself a question. Are you determined enough to take on the whole world?

Running 21km will be the on the 18th November. It seems that this will be the last marathon on the old Penang Bridge. Aha! My first 21 will be in the old one, my first 42 will be on the new bridge! Woohoo! Hopefully I will still be running next year! :)

Run, Moses, Run!

Countdown to PBIM : 18 days
Distance : 21km
Furthest Distance Ran : 12km
Training Status : Incomplete
 Contingency Plan : God's Strength

I pretty much know 21km is a little too much for me but by faith I believe I can!

A Trip to Nowhere!

The thing about life is that you really only do live once. To find the perfect partner that will be with you through the highs and lows is not an easy feat. To see someone you really like be with another person is really not a simple thing. Cutting matters really short, its heartbreaking, disappointing and tormenting. All right, it is time to move on.

Yesterday, I've been thinking about my future. If the one that I love is with another person, what should I do? Or maybe, what could I do? So, I've been praying and praying. Not for knowing the outcome but for the direction in life. Things I write in this post may sound really gloomy  but actually things aren't really that bad. Somehow, through the midst of disappointments, I have HOPE! And to have hope in times like this, I really thank God.

Any ways, I will be running my first half-marathon (Approx. 21 km) on the 18th of November 2012. Rest assured, I am not prepared at all. My furthest run so far is 12 km whereby, I have a tough time doing so. Well, I know I can do it. And as for the woman I love, stay strong, God is with you! And I will never give up! Ever! =)

YOLO?!!? 17.10.12

"You Live Only Once", that's the famous quote among the peers of my age. It means that we only have one live, so we should live it to the fullest. The funny thing is that I regard myself as a believer of this philosophy. The funnier thing is what happened today. Well, 5 min ago, I was just going to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. Unexpectedly, a brown frog, about the size of my palm, freakishly long legs, not forgetting those evil eyes, jumped down from the ceiling into my sink. Like the 'man' that I am, I calmly walked out of the bathroom and stare at the frog wondering how it got in. After 2-3 minutes of thorough analysis, I calmly walked out and tell my father about the frog. As 'manly' as he was, he told me to pick it up with a plastic bag. I then went and got hold of a plastic bag to, well, to pick up the frog like a man. Yeah, I went in my room with the plastic bag, stared at the frog for about 10 mins, wondering what should I do. I start thinking about what could happened. 'What if he jumped on my body?', or 'What if his legs broke?' And 'I wonder how he feels like?'. 10 minutes more of observation and I walked out with the empty plastic bag. My mom, saw me, when to get a plastic, walked in to the bathroom, closed the door, got the frog, opened the door, walked outside, released the frog. All these in matter of minutes, wait, no, in a matter of seconds. I was utterly disappointed with myself. YOLO? Don't make me laugh. I can't even grab a frog. Ah... The sweet taste of disappointment. I looks like I will have much more to learn.