Sure, steady and steadfast!

I wonder how many told 'The Turbaned Tornado'

to retire at 89 and instead play hide and seek
with his grandchildren when he actually embarked

on his first marathon in London in 2000!

Just the other day, whilst immersed in my weekly LSD and my brain soaked in cathecolamines and endorphines, a middle aged seasoned lady runner just whisked pass me. She must be in her middle age with her thick wavy pony tailed silvery hair. Being as typical as a Malaysian can be, I followed my first impulse to compartmentalize her into her ethnicity, which I figured that she must be a Malay Muslim.

I gathered from her lone wolf individual runs that she had been doing, (I never start a conversation with her, I just assume from deductions and assumptions), that she must a loner.

She must have had detractors who must have tried to convince her to don the chastity exhibiting head scarf. There must have been pressures for her to dye her silvery hair to something to the shade near ebony or mahagony.
And naysayers must have discouraged her from running with all the fear mongering talks of injury, theft, assault or even molest.

Ikut Resmi Padi, Makin Berisi Makin Tunduk

Despite all that, she must have stood adamant on her ground, insisting that she would do what she wanted to do.
Nobody has answers for anything in this world. Those with skeletal knowledge of a certain field would boasts of this and that. The more knowledge you have, the more confused and unsure you would be as more answers breed more questions.
I takes a lot of guts and ability to withstand brickbats to stand steadfast on your beliefs.