Run baby run

Its been a while we last ran together. Mens Health and Shape night run in Putrajaya this time around. As I write this I actually have finished the SCMKL but feel obliged to write about this too. I think this year was a bit packed, and signs of aging is slowly creeping in. Both my knees are a bit worn out post Kinabalu (yet to write about it too) and the sudden run right after ain't helping.

My playlist is a bit of a weird mix. Arctic Monkeys and my oldies yet goldie Butterfingers. I always run with my hands a bit fanned out as I pretend to sprint but in reality its my attempt at jiving to the song while I pound the pavement with my heavy load. 

It was a humid night, the crowd was anxious to start. The rain seemed to be teasing us by light drizzle and then pouring it all out after the run had ended. We missed all exits to Jalan Tun Razak. My dear friend was a bit upset we took her to Bangsar for a late night makan as we both thought it was 'along the way'. In all honesty I do not want to recall that night in that manner, how making assumptions can make the worst of situations. I had it happen to me twice. Anyways. 

I was a great night for a run. But I doubt I'd do another night run just cause it makes me so worn out anticipating gun time the whole day long. 

Will always be the morning person I am. 

Send off

Multiple times and countless hours I have spent at the airport, sending off my parents and more often than not - wet with tears.

The most annoying thing that could happen is having a family friend tag along and then be so busily keeping up with your parents that you hardly could get a decent conversation the final few hours together. 

We had a great month together, I was so blessed with so much help. My cousin was around, F came home every 2 weeks. Overwhelmed. 

And like electricity. Some one turned the switch off and I was left alone. Its a painful process but I endure it anyway. Walk around with a big smile, cause people don't know the things I go through. Surely they have bigger problems than me.

I had a great August too Tisha. 

The clouds remind me

On bright, cloudy days I think of you, I still do. But once the temperament of the clouds change, more emotional, more deep and darker in color. I get a bit mental. And opt to think about Him instead. I instill the anxiety and fear I should have as I look up. Tiny. Helpless. On judgement day, the angels will come down in a huge cloud, they come down as His witness.

Will I survive his wrath? 

Will my connection with the Prophet be enough to save me?

Al-Baqarah, 210 : 

They do not wait aught but that Allah should come to them in the shadows of clouds along with the angels, and the matter has (already) been decided : and all matters are returned to Allah.

You rock, your own boat.

Getting in the groove

How was your raya? I drove to Kendong the night of raya, after skipping happily from work early for an undeserving shoe shopping session - which I have lost cupboard space to hide my latest pruchase from F of recent. It was that time of the month again, this time I had great company to eat KFC and share stories while teething into the piping hot savoury chicken. In the car. Its amazing how I always discover new things about my friends, even after 6 years of friendship. Thank you, H.

Fell asleep at home tired and cramping like crazy and after I read of the much expected accident along the road to Nilai. Two accidents, at that. Snooze snooze lazy lazy.

Finally headed out at 7:30, and sipped happily on the iced milo in the car. Hesitant - not wanting to fill up my tank just in case theres another accident along the way. The roads were clear and the takbir was playing.. Wow, I thought. My first undisturbed and focused takbir session in solitude. 

I arrived soon after, clear traffic. Hugging Mika upon arrival, I took out a pack of popping fire crackers and tought the little man the temporary excitement the world offers the night of Eid. This year, it was all about me Mika. When you get older I will try to do more for you ok?