Too Fast For The Naked Eye. Neon Run 2012

I didn’t cry when Little Foot’s mother died but I cried when I saw this video.

Nobody was looking at number one, but 65,000 people stood up to cheer on Derek Raymond as he limped across the finish line.

Never give up. It’s not about getting the medal, it’s about finishing what you started taking the first step for.

Mr Linggakumaraguru a/l Samidorai

I did everything you’re not supposed to do before a marathon:

I didn’t practice at all the week before, I over-exerted myself swimming when I was supposed to be resting the day before,  I ate too much the night before, I slept at 2AM when I had to wake up at 4:45AM on the day of the marathon, I didn’t eat ANY bananas and I forgot to break-in my new Brooks shoes.

I feared I wouldn’t make the 7km.

Either I would wake up late or my muscles would be aching from the day before’s swim or I would get stitches from the previous dinner’s over-eating or I would get horrific blisters on my feet and I would end up failing this marathon miserably.

I’m not a runner. The only running I did was running away from my problems.

I didn’t know what I was capable of until I pushed my body to the limit. My limit was somewhere after the 4km mark.

I made the mistake of stopping for a drink of water. I couldn’t keep a consistent pace after that. And because I was either too slow for my friends who were running and too fast for my friends who were walking, I was running alone for 98% of the race. Which is also a bad idea by the way.

I remember after the check point I just couldn’t do it any more. I wanted to just get in a car, any car, curl into a ball and cry. My body was screaming profanities in my head telling me to stop. My breathing was heavy, painful in my chest and slowing me down.

It didn’t help that many people were running past me. It didn’t help that no one had a watch so I could see if I was within the 70 minutes time frame so many of my church members were miles ahead of me. It didn’t help that I was alone.

Almost in tears on the verge of breaking down, my feet threatened to stop but then I saw an old friend. Uncle Henry. I knew him well as a marathon runner. He jogged past me and said, “Come on girl, you can do it!”

Something stirred in me and my pace picked up.

Then a van drove by, with a guy sticking his head out the car with a megaphone, “Come on, you can do this! 7km is nothing! You’re almost there! Don’t slow down! Come ON!”

I jumped into a jog.

Out of nowhere I heard the songs of my people. A crowd of passer-by’s were watching us in some mamak shop nearby that was playing Indian songs.

My legs broke into a run.

Then I heard the only voice I needed to hear say, “We’re in this together. You didn’t come this far to give up. It’s not about making it in 70 minutes, it’s about finishing what you started. Don’t focus on the pain, focus on the finishing line. I am with you. Until the end. I will never leave you nor forsake you. Plus you didn’t spend RM300 on Brooks shoes to finish without a friggin’ medal.”

I ain’t no Sonic, but I felt faster and lighter than wind in the last few hundred meters.

Earlier that morning I feared blisters, muscle aches and stomach cramps would mess up my chances of finishing this marathon.

None of that happened.

I ran, I jogged, I sprinted, I walked.

But I never stopped.

I finished.

I’m not sure of the exact time but I’m positive it was under 60 minutes.

The formula to win?

10% support + 20% skill + 15% concentrated power of will + 5% pleasure + 50% pain = 100% reason to remember His name.

Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith […]

Hebrews 12:1-2

For me, I’m focused on what I want to do. I know what I need to do to be a champion, so I’m working on it. I don’t like losing anyways.

Usain Bolt

Thinking of: Hillsongs London’s You Are Here, Dotz Café, Jason Derulo’s What If, Step Up: Revolution, Dr. Neil Patterson, Usher’s Scream, my new medal and how to break the news without getting stabbed.

3 thoughts on “Too Fast For The Naked Eye. Neon Run 2012

  1. Reli? I dont believe u! never reply my birthday post oso! Huh!

    How r u la? updates plz..but not here la of coz

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