Born to run! That is the slogan of this year's Malakoff 12km run over the bourgeois hilly neighbourhood of Bukit Damansara. After becoming a running junkie, this is my third year in running this race. This time around Raj was there to keep company.
Born to run? People are born everyday for a heap of reasons. Some are born after years of tireless effort, a fruit after cascades of failures and disappointments. Others are born after a short unprepared unplanned unplanned (under the influence of) liaisons of forgotten meetings or partners. Once, about 2008 years ago, there was even one with no other intervention except one immaculate divine one.
People were born with various spoons - silver, wooden or plastic- for specific reasons; MK Gandhi to boost the morale of Indians for self-rule, Mother Theresa to embrace the downtrodden, Father Damian for lepers, etc.
I would say that I was definitely not born to run. We can leave that phrase to the Kenyans and Fauja Singh. I may fall into that big group of workers' colony of the ant kingdom who are born to make the numbers and contribute in their small but significant way in a seemingly bizarre mindless butterfly effect of events of the universe. Running is just a stress test before the next plate of mutton parratal!
Yeah, some are born to run all right but from the long clutching arms of the law (sometimes these arms may be in a persistent waiters' tip posture), maybe they can blame it on the large melanocytic naevus (mole) that they have at their ankle or foot - some Tamilians believe! Some have been bestowed with the frustrating downpour of a runny nose of allergy or vasomotor in nature.Thanks to Blackmore's Horseradish and Garlic Complex, it is history!
Some run, run, run to the loo as their alimentary canal is ultra sensitive to the spicy food or maybe their gut is just as fussy as they are. Or is it the product of constantly consuming food prepared by foreign cooks who cook with their dubious standards to commensurate their IQ and background of nurture and keep their kitchen like their backyards back home!
Now, why did Esso name their food outlet 'On the run', I wonder - I think way too much. I can never look at this outlet in the same light again!
As you can see, there were more things to think about than the Malakoff run. It was just another run in the park on a easy Sunday morning. 12km in 1h 13m.
I run to live through another day and life goes on. Oblabi Oblada...
Born to run? People are born everyday for a heap of reasons. Some are born after years of tireless effort, a fruit after cascades of failures and disappointments. Others are born after a short unprepared unplanned unplanned (under the influence of) liaisons of forgotten meetings or partners. Once, about 2008 years ago, there was even one with no other intervention except one immaculate divine one.
People were born with various spoons - silver, wooden or plastic- for specific reasons; MK Gandhi to boost the morale of Indians for self-rule, Mother Theresa to embrace the downtrodden, Father Damian for lepers, etc.
I would say that I was definitely not born to run. We can leave that phrase to the Kenyans and Fauja Singh. I may fall into that big group of workers' colony of the ant kingdom who are born to make the numbers and contribute in their small but significant way in a seemingly bizarre mindless butterfly effect of events of the universe. Running is just a stress test before the next plate of mutton parratal!
Yeah, some are born to run all right but from the long clutching arms of the law (sometimes these arms may be in a persistent waiters' tip posture), maybe they can blame it on the large melanocytic naevus (mole) that they have at their ankle or foot - some Tamilians believe! Some have been bestowed with the frustrating downpour of a runny nose of allergy or vasomotor in nature.Thanks to Blackmore's Horseradish and Garlic Complex, it is history!Some run, run, run to the loo as their alimentary canal is ultra sensitive to the spicy food or maybe their gut is just as fussy as they are. Or is it the product of constantly consuming food prepared by foreign cooks who cook with their dubious standards to commensurate their IQ and background of nurture and keep their kitchen like their backyards back home!
Now, why did Esso name their food outlet 'On the run', I wonder - I think way too much. I can never look at this outlet in the same light again!
As you can see, there were more things to think about than the Malakoff run. It was just another run in the park on a easy Sunday morning. 12km in 1h 13m.
I run to live through another day and life goes on. Oblabi Oblada...
