Showing posts with label Race. Show all posts
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Dec 18, 2011

A typical race day routine of a runner


A typical race day routine of a runner:

You wake up before subuh while everybody is still soundly asleep in the weekend; get a quick bite, a cup of nescafe perhaps, put on the running jersey -- could be your own lucky charm running suit, or the one given by the race organizer.

You are ready to go. You kiss your loved one on her forehead, almost walking on your toe towards the door, cuz' you don't wanna wake anyone up. Their dreams must be the sweetest at the moment, you think.

You hit the road to the race venue. The road is dark, quiet and rather, lonely.

You send out a few text messages to your running buddy, shout out some anticipations, though in that moment, you're only surrounded by a quietness and silence.

Radio is all about pre-recorded tracks. Maybe one or two soft feeling songs will just hit right on the mood of being perfect lonely. You imagine how your car fly through the thick dark ink of chill air, while keeping an eye on the sign board before every junctions.

You drop by a masjid or surau nearby the race venue to perform your subuh prayer. Meet some other runners who are in the same race event tee you're in. Your prayer for subuh this time is a bit different. You pray for a good run, a safe run. You pray for the strength and health to complete the race course. You also pray that your loved ones would stay safe and blessed.

You reach the race venue. The crowd clears the loneliness, replaced by some kind of sense of belonging. These people whom you hardly know, are the same kind of enthusiast you are. You belong to this clan -- a clan of people who left their bed at 4 or 5am, just to run.


Flag off. You run, together with the hundreds or maybe thousands of runners. The thundering sound made by the runners' steps reminds you of the drum beats in an ancient war.

You start talking to yourself -- regardless of what distance you're running for, there's always a point where you start doing this. You imagine how your legs push you through every meters ahead, how your heart pumps doses of adrenaline into your body that perhaps making you feel a bit pain, while locking your focus to not let yourself give in to the laziness.  


You finish your run, finally. You cross the finishing line, grab the finisher medal, the drink you are dying for, and maybe one or two banana. Your body is all drained out, but the satisfaction is maximum.

You feel happy, not really because of the medal or the bananas. Some said it's because of the hormones that your heart pumped into your vein. Whatever.

You share the moment with your running buddies, or with whoever reading your twitter or Facebook wall.

You send an text message to your loved one, a lil bit of wakey-wakey and promise her a heart-warming breakfast is on the way.

You head back.  It's about 8-9am. It's weekend.

While some of your friends are still on the bed, you've already started it with a great feeling.

And you're going to repeat the same routine, again and again.

-- I dedicate this whoever went through the routine and will repeat the routine over and over again in 2012.

PS: Congratulations and many thanks to all runners around me. MMU Puma Run and KL Malakoff last weekend marked the final leg of the running event in 2011 -- I hope you conclude the year well. 


On your mark on 2012, get set -- just to run.  



Apr 5, 2010

She who cuts my hair...


"Welcome.. hey, long time no see.." She greeted, and was surprised to see the man who stepped in.

"Yeah.. been awhile... how's business?" I sat on the chair she made up for me, realizing I've asked a question which I shouldn't have asked by looking at the emptiness of the salon.

And she did not reply my question. Saved the awkwardness, indeed.

She covered my body with a white cloth with the word 'Schwarzkopf', get the rest of her tool done, looked at me in the mirror,

"So," with a very pleasant smile, she continued,

"Race? or jungle?"

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She's Wendy, my 1st hair stylist when I started working in KL, and unlike the rest of the salon I dropped by to get my hair cut, Wendy's salon made me come back for a few times, for a very interesting reason besides Wendy's being such a cute and pretty girl..

Wendy has been my royal audience to listen to my mountaineering, jungle adventures and of course, my races.

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I looked back to her in the mirror, "..this one," I put on a serious face expression,"... is for my intensive training.. "

"Wu~~~~~ intensive~~~" she copied my serious face expression and acted on with a pondering gesture, "..sounds tough.. .. how should I cut it? Let me see..... hmmm ..."

.. and not even 10 seconds, we both laughed out loud.

"So, short?" She checked for confirmation.

"Yup, go short, but you know what's wrong with my ear, right?"

"... I know, I always wanted to cut it off.." She started to work on my side-burn, the sound of the razor started to tickle my ear, "so no race for this month? only training?"

"I've just finished 2 races last week... the first one we climbed up KL-Tower..."

The sound of her razor suddenly paused, "... what??" she looked at me in the mirror, "KL Tower? THAT KL Tower?"

I nodded. She showed a 'OK' face expression, switch on her razor and continued her work, "..but you guys ran up to the top of the hill beneath the tower then took the lift up to the top of the tower, I supposed.. .. or you guys finished at the main entrance of the Tower? " she mumbled.

"No.. we ran up to the top of the tower, 2058 stair cases, no lift. "

The sound of razor paused again.

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"So how was it?" Wendy the scissor-hand started to show off her skill on my head.

"..yet to receive the official timing.. but I felt better than last year... and I think timing was about the same..."

"What was your timing last year"

"About 20 minutes."

I felt she paused for half a second before she took a deep breath, ".. so big prize you won then, huh?"

"No," I peeked at her quickly, knowing she's going to get shocked again, "with that kind of timing, my position was like 120th."

Zass~~ she just chopped off that little piece of my hair that she clipped with her fingers, ".. so what's the timing for the 1st place?"

".. I don't know.." It is around 13 minutes, but I dare not to get her shacked again as the scissors are still in her hand.

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"Short enough?" She hold my head and lifted a little bit, ensuring me to look straight into the mirror, "huh?"

"hmmm..." I looked at my new hairstyle -- it's my standard type of new haircut -- with my two pieces of astro plate or antenna or wings or wind handles or whatever you want to name it slightly popping out.

"You want shorter?" Wendy seemed to know how to read her customer's mind, ".. you sure? Crew cut might not suit you, you that that right?"

"..then no crew cut for me, just a little bit shorter.. go ahead, for April."

"April? What's with April's training? Like a centralized training type of thing or what? Coool~"

" Nah! Just need to buckle up -- I have to train harder now. I'm not improving.. "

"...hmm... how was your second race? A night race you said?"

"Yup, Energizer Night Race.."

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"Your team won the 9th place? WOW!" Wendy was impressed by the achievement made by my team 'Run KOMA Run' in 4x10km relay.

"..This is a great team... sometime I think I hadn't given out the best for my team.."

"..but I can't cut any shorter lah bro..." Wendy smiled. I appreciated her sense of humor, something hanging inside me to think of me myself being in the running team with all my running buddies.

Wendy tapped on my shoulder when I fell in deep thought. I looked at her in the mirror, she showed a 'let's get your hair washed' hand sign.

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I was starring at my new image in the mirror while she use a hair dryer to dry my hair. I saw my 2 pieces of astro plate finally popped out from both side of my cheek bone and I felt like looking at a kiddo me, it's just that this one is much more skinnier and pale.

"You should eat more... more handsome if fatter.." Wendy put a non-remarkable remark. I responded with a smile.

"I hope this is short enough to suit your training needs.." she said, "..and don't disappoint your team.." She smiled. I smiled back, thinking that that was another non-remarkable remark that she used to end a conversation with a customer..

..but I was wrong when she continued and said,

"... my senior in our styling team always say this to us, 'believe that you are in a great team and with you in it that make the team greater' ... I hope this also work to a running team.."

She smiled and bid farewell. I waved my hand and left, with a warmth-filled heart.

"Believe that you're in a great team, and with you in it that make the team greater.."


Apr 9, 2009

Promise to run for..

"Do you know what I like most about mountain hiking?"

"What?"

"Every step you make, you are one step closer to the peak...." I looked up and turned to Fatma, gave her a smile..

"NO!!!" Fatma disagreed, "..Every step you make, you are one step FURTHER away from where you started off, " she protested, "...AND ONE STEP FURTHER away from where you need to return to!!!"

I looked at her. Said nothing, hopped a few steps up then turned to her, "C'mon Fatma. We're almost there..."

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Out of frustration towards the organizer, Daus, Wan and I decided to quit the race. And that triggered the disappointment from the rest of the KOMA racers. Huda came to me and pleaded, "Look, you guys don't have to do that -- quitting the race is not going to solve anything... "

I looked at her and the rest of the ladies team. Our Ms Sunshine Fatma had been so quiet since just now, Nurin and Uyun did not cover their disappointment towards three of us. And Farid our team manager -- I know he's pissed off.

"Ke garisan.." The Men's Open racers were about the be flagged off. Ijol, Coco and Zahir were behind the flag-off line..

"C'mon Man, sempat lagi nih..." Huda pleaded. I muted.

"... if the rest of the KOMA members were here, they must be very disappointed with you guys.." Huda left me alone with her last sta
tement.

"GO!!" Followed by the thunderous roar of Men's Open racers stepping on the mountain after flagging off.

..and I was still sitting beside, in my hand was my bip number for a Men's Open category, pondering Huda's words.

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I met Coco at near-peak of Gunung Datuk where he was about to shoot down to the finishing line. Snapped a picture of him then I quickly passed him my water bottle -- this guy had been so confident and he'd never considered of bringing water for the race -- and look at how quickly he finished my water, I knew he's just drained out by his own arrogance.

I need to shoot back to check out those who were still behind.

PapaJai said, "A true Mohawk is the one who leads in front, and also the one who will run to the last person in the troop, and making sure everyone in the troop is taken care of.." -- and I'm still learning.

Way up: Fatma -- checked; Huda -- checked; Uyun -- checked; Nurin -- checked; Zahir -- found him sitting aside resting, but checked; Ijol -- steady, checked; Coco -- checked;

Way down: Ijol -- still steady, checked; Huda -- She's building her speed, checked; Uyun -- I was expecting to see Nurin, checked; Zahir -- found him sitting aside resting again, checked; Nurin -- found her in pale, but catching up her breath, checked;

Fatma -- not checked.

I just had to run faster to look for Fatma -- Zahir and Fatma were considered as rookies in racing while Coco, Ijol, Huda, Uyun and Nurin were relatively more experienced in racing. And YES, my biggest worry was Fatma -- NOT because I didn't trust her stamina, but because she said something that really annoyed me before the race.

She said,"Well, I'll try -- but most likely I'll turn back before the peak kuut..."

Well Fatma, this is not going to happen, I promise.

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I made a promise before. I remember.

There's one day when PapaJai the KOMA Otai sat in front of me and told me about his hope of seeing a true Mohawk in me, I nodded;

There's one day I ran all the way down from a peak of a mountain and left all the troopers behind and being scolded by some disappointed faces after that, I nodded;

Right after the flag off of Men's Open category, the Men's Teen category's racers were all set to be flagged off, it will be followed by Ladies' Open. I looked at Huda, Nurin, Uyun, Fatma and Farid. Same disappointed faces.

I nodded.

"Farid, give me the camera --" I turned to Farid, then to the girls, "aku teman diorng naik."

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"FATMA!!!"

It was indeed such a great relieved to finally meet our Ms Little Sunshine, making her step hard upward..

"You're not thinking of turning back right?" I approached her.

'Seriously, yes for a few times already.." She looked surprised s
eeing me, I guess -- or it was just plain a face expression of regrets.

"Let's go, we get to the peak together."

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4 of April, 2009. The troop of KOMA arrived Negeri Sembilan's Gunung Datok to take part in the "N9 Sirkit Gunung Challenge" where the participants are required to race on 3 mountains in 3 months (Gunung Datok @ 4 April; Gunung Tampin @ 16 May; Gunung Angsi @ 27 June) in order to complete the circuit.

The KOMA racing cast consisted of Daus, Wan, Ijol, Coco, Zahir, me myself, Nurin, Huda, Uyun and Fatma; Shah Farid as our team manager -- and hey, it was the biggest racing team from KOMA after the ever-happening The 6th Perak Iron-bound back in January this year, and with the debut of our very eye-catching KOMA Tee, it was SUPPOSED to be another exciting adventure race for KOMA but, I just have to say this, the lame organizer insisted on 'flirting' their VIP with all the non-sense 'protocol' that triggered frustrations among the racers.

Nevertheless, we're still hyped up by our debutants like Fatma and Zahir who join
ed a race for their very 1st time; Farid made his debut as our Team Manager (Wa respect sama lu brader!!); and Nurin grabbed the 10th placing in Women's Open category!

We thank those who supported, logistically and morally; and we apologize to those who got disappointed, heartiestly and sincerely.

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Ps.. Yes Fatma, every step we make, we are one step further to where we started off -- but who cares? Being adventurous is all about getting out of our comfort zone, right? Congratulation girl, you made it! And to Zahir our new geng, welcome to KOMA!

Feb 25, 2009

How about individual?

15 February, 2009. Milo-Power-MSSMKL-POAWPKL Lake Garden Cross Country Run. Koma Runners team 'Run, Koma Run' 1st ever individual race.
I was worried. As a beginner, I trust the power of 'team motivation' so much, and realy couldn't imagine how I have to race against my buddies.

Being involved in many (many many) running events, Daus seemed composed as he also be, and indifferent toward runnig individually. Wan and Adam, by the way, have diffrent says on individual race, but both led to one same conclusion.
Wan said,"I feel relax to think of running on my own pace.." he thinks he's going to enjoy the run without peer-pressure;
while Adam, feeling worried about his leg's condition, claimed in relief, "I feel no-guilty if my leg has to slow me down.." he thinks he's going to take his time struggling with his condition, without holding back the rest of us.

-- well, it seemed like I was the only one who was worried like a kindergarten school kid entering classroom for his first time. And whatever it is, flag-off there was, and almost 400 runners in Men's Open category rushed for the next 8km in Lake Garden.



I still could recall the moment just before the flag-off, Wan, at his usual optimistic and high-spirited tone, announcing something about our ultimate target for this race: The finisher medal.

"Hey you know what? Only FIRST 100 finishers will receive the finisher medal," and he added, "well you guys just go ahead....Hehehe.."

Now, again, the scenario's back to 'individual'. wan was obviously quiting from the hunt for the Top-100 Finisher Medals -- in fact, he managed to switched his new target to 'Finish the 8km within 1 hour"; while Adam was still worried about his leg's condition, at the same time announcing that he'll be following me (that's creepy..); and Daus, according to his blog after the race, he was mentally disturbed by the limited finisher medals; and me? I looked down to my left back-hand, where 5 disordered letters written on: 'f' - 'o' - 'c' - 'u' - 's'.

--- but I seriously did not know what to focus on right then.



The 8km distance covers more than 3 uphills and a little part of crossing a forest in the midst of KL (that made the race qualified as a 'cross-country' race I guess..) -- And most of the time I was running with my buddy Daus. OK, fair enough, individual race, my pace setting, my breathing, my mental, my focus -- all elements during a run -- were all on myself, but I still choose to keep my pace up with Daus'. Hey it's always good to have someone to run with, at least a standard for me to recheck my own run, right?

I thank Daus for the moral support and the talking PLUS the 'on-the-run' jokes whenever we ran side by side. I lost him everytime we approached an uphill portions but soon enough he caught me up again, then he continued his talking and jokes. I think he became part of the reason for me to start chill out during the run.


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OK I quit using my usual dramatic tone in writing this post if you noticed. Recalling this race somehow reminds me a very leisure and relax afternoon, perhaps having a cup of coffee with good friends. Probably it was the smooth and good feeling that smear.

The race in Lake Gardem, my 1st individual race, ends up become my best running race so far. It was not due to the 'me running individual' factor, instead, it's about 'many individuals running together; and running for our OWN target.

I finished the race at 59th, Daus at 69th. Wan managed to finish his run within 1 hour, and Adam had to slow down his pace to really deal with his not-so-good leg condition.

We thank Ijoi and Nurin for coming with us and helped out here and there. It's always good to know that there's somebody waiting at the finishing line when you are on the run -- like always. :)

Oh yeah before I end, 'Run, Koma Run' has a new member: Adam 'Charming' Naughty.Thank you for joining bro -- dah cukup quota dah utk lari relay empat orang.. hehehe!


Jan 28, 2009

Hey now-now | we're going down-down -- the 6th Perak Iron Bound-bound


How to define a moment of NOW? Like putting yourself in the middle of a muddy pool, you feel that you ARE sinking -- that's NOW.

18 January of 2009 marked the 1st adventure race for KOMA teams in year 2009, and also the 1st adventure race for Hasfuan 'Alamak, KOMA!'. 

Days before the race I saw a committed him because he bought all the gears, all brand new, and ready to rock; early in the morning of the race day I saw a nervous him because he went to toilet for the n-th time before the warming up session. 


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The 6th Perak Ironbound was the 1st Ironbound race for Aiman 'Alamak, KOMA!', thought it was not his 1st adventure race but being a clumsy him, everything is always like a brand new rocket for him to handle.  

Days before the race he had to accept the fact of getting a new partner for the race and that made him even clumsier as he had to act like he's VERY familiar with handling this rocket compare to the relative newbies he'd partner with; early in the morning of the race day I was asked to lead the warming up session, and again he had to act like he's VERY professional in doing that, while holding himself for getting more clumsier.


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"What's our target, man?" Hasfuan asked his partner. I saw, again, in his eye, firing spirit. 
"Ermmm.. tak tau lah...  try our best jer lah..." We'll just try our very best -- that's the response that came back to Hasfuan. I hoped that less-spirited answer wouldn't put off Hasfuan's fire.

..and he proved that he's still standing firmly with his high spirit, because just after the flag-off, Hasfuan asked the same question again, but this time with a demand.

"Kite target top 15, boleh?" Let's aim for the top 15. He looked at his partner while running with the front group of the racers.

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Aiman was not only clumsy, but he's equally, if not more, nervous than his 'freshy' partner, and even worse, he had a less-motivated kick-start of the race. 

He did not answer directly to his partner's question about their team's target, because he had no idea at all at what competitive level he and his teammate were at; what he only knew was, he was totally overwhelmed by psychology strategy that played by other teams including the team formed by his initial race partner, whom he knows is a great athlete and racer.

When the racers were flagged off. He calmed himself down by letting his partner to lead the pace, until his partner turn around and asked him again the question about their team's target.

"Kite target top 15, boleh?"

He smiled, and realized he just need to focus on the race, with this charming freshie partner in front of him.

"Boleh. Tapi aku rase nak buat Top 10 beb, boleh?"  He finally answered with a smile, and feeling good about his Top 10 stretched target.

The race is NOW. We're going DOWN -- DOWN. Focus, Aiman. He thought to himself, before reaching the rafting portion of the race.


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Hasfuan had problem with rafting -- I mean, all racers had problem with this portion of the race, the portion that ONLY the name indicated 'rafting' but in practice, it was only a portion of soaking themselves in the lake and crossing the lake with the burden of a stack of bamboos.

Hsfuan said something like "I'll settle my business here" when entering the lake, which perhaps meant something like "let's finish this easy job quick here!' to his partner.

Being a comparatively better swimmer in the team, Hasfuan ordered his partner to 'ride' onto the raft while he tried to pull/push the raft to move forward. But obviously they failed, and they had been stagnant in one spot for a quite frustrating period of time, until they found themseves being in the way of another approaching raft.

"Get off from your raft!!" the approaching racers commanded, obviously he was annoyed by this clumsy couple who were struggling with their helpless raft.

Hasfuan and his partner were shocked with the rude way the racer approached them.

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Aiman was holding tight to the raft when another raft approached them. He was trying hard to steer their raft to get out of another racers' way, but a little clash happened and a senior racer of the raft commanded him to jump off the raft.

What da --- It was not a pleasant feeling to be ordered in that rude way, but being the one who initiated trouble to the senior racer, Aiman knew he and his teammate needed to give way, and hence he jumped off from the raft ---

--- and almost immediately, he could feel the ground.

"Hey, cetek lah!" he announced the surprising discovery to his partner who was in fact doing the swim-and-push part. He put up a thankful smile to the senior racer. The senior racer waived them off -- no wonder all the rafts moved kinda swift here, now Aiman understood.

But there was one thing he did not understand -- his supposed-to-be-aggressive partner did not react to the blunt remark of the senior racer, but instead acting so cool and calm... and what was that 'I'll do my business here' remark actually meant?

Business??? No way!! His partner JUST doing his 'business' in the lake..... eeeuuuuwwww....owh grosss.....

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Out from the lake, I think Hasfuan used up most of his energy and his high-spirit as he looked tired and started to mumble.

"I need to stop..." He requested;
"Ade batu dalam kasut aku lah..." he complaint about the gravels in his shoe;
"Berat... baju aku basah... berat lah...." he complaint about the weight he was carrying..
"..beg masuk air lah..." .. and the soaked beg he was carrying.

A Singaporean ladies team overtook them. They were also wet from the lake.

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Aiman was tired when out of the lake, but he realized that there's still lot more to go, and he needed to stay firm and stay tough, at least not yet to break down, because he had a rookie partner to give motivate to.

"I need to stop.." his partner requested -- "no, keep on running, catch your breath.." Aiman reminded him;
"Ade batu dalam kasut aku lah.." -- "same lah.. ade batu dalam kasut aku gak.. just feel it, and run.." Aiman did not allow his partner to stop because of the gravels;
"Berat.. baju aku basah... berat lah..." --- "C'mon, keep this pace.." Aiman ignored that common-sense remark from his partner'
"..beg masuk air lah" -- "Meh.. aku bawakan.." Aiman took over his partner's bag.

A Singaporean ladies team overtook them. "Hi~~~~" both Aiman and his partner greeted the ladies.

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Running into the forestry area of Maxwell Hill (Bukit Larut), Hasfuan started to get over his breathing (and mental) problem. I saw a re-energized him running, climbing and hopping in the jungle. The whole jungle portion included some trekking and river scrambling, which you just really need to move like a monkey and still manage to identify the correct path to go ahead by keeping an eye on the yellow-black stripes marker.

The team kept pace with a few front teams where they sorted out the 'where-the-hell-is-the-marker' problems and 'Goddamn-it-this-is-not-the right-way' confusions together. While keeping their own competitive pace moving ahead, the teams spirit kinda shone here -- until the reached the open uphill road again, where the front teams practically disappeared like a 'snap of time' and leaving Hasfuna and his partner behind, together with one never-stop-jogging mixed team and another fast-walking-and-pictures-snapping male team.

They eventually chose to walk 'fast' PLUS jog 'really slow' up on this winding steep open road, inspired by the fast-walking male team and seconded by their own laziness.

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Aiman found himself having problem to push his partner IF he needed some encouragements too to push himself at this moment of time.

What he could really do to not worsen the motivation level of the team was, NOT TO TRANSLATE THE DEMOTIVATING REMARKS THAT GIVEN BY THE UNCLES along the way.

Out of an obvious reason the uncles and aunties they met along the uphill road spoke mandarin to them, with a 'I-salute-you (and your stupidity)' smile by saying something like:

"Shi fen zhong zhi qian yi jing you ren pao xia shan le..." or "hai hen yuuuuuaaaan aa~~~~ aiyo..."

.. which means "There was one team running down hill already about 10 minutes ago.." and "there's still faaaaaaaar awaaaaay ~~ aiyo..."

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How to get Hasfuan lifted up his leg and do that little jogging on this track? His partner just nicely inserted some 'fears' onto him..

"Cube bayangkan --" what if --

"-- tetibe jer Daus and Mega muncul kt belakang kite..." -- out of a nowhere Daus and Mega appeared behind and trying to over take...

... ... ... ...

None of Hasfuan and his partner could smile right after that 'what if'. Obviously, but yet for a less-obvious reason, Daus and Amy of 'Ops, KOMA!' team happened to be the greatest fear for both of them. -- yup, FEAR, not CHALLENGE.

A moment of silence then Hasfuan smiled pathetically and declared, "THAT would be a nightmare for me, beb!"

..and so both of them lifted up their loafing legs and start running ahead.

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"CP2!!!!!!!!!"

Aiman saw his partner finally smiled after the endless miles of open-road jogging/running/walking/loafing uphill. Seeing CP2 ahead made him so excited and shouted out loud. He ran towards the check point and realizing the ground rules of no more than 100m separation between team members, hence he had to stop and pulled his partner.

Time check at CP2: 10:++ am. The official cut-off time for this CP is actually 12 pm -- meaning they were 2 hours ahead. Great news for their effort. Aiman was so hyped up by the time, and feeling great about his partner.

At the same time he kinda thought of the status of their buddy team, 'Ops, KOMA!', the team that formed by his initial teammate, Daus his buddy.

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The path after CP2 was again jungle and river plus water fall. The 'George-Jungle' running and river scrambling PLUS markers recognizing processes repeated here, but it was down hill this time.

Hasfuan seemed to be very comfortable when going down hill. He was fast and agile -- but not careful enough. I was not sure how many times he held on a thorny plantation and even got stung by thorns, but I salute his fighting spirit, although everytime when he happened to get stung by thorns, the way he screamed and paused his pace was really really really worrying.

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"Aaaarggghhhhhh~~~~~" for the n-th time his partner screamed out of pain or frustration.

"Again?" Aiman turned around, looked at his stopping partner who stood there and trying to get the thorn out of his flesh.

"You OK?" Aiman did not expect any reply from his partner. From the previous screaming moments like this, he knew that his partner just needed a little time before he proceeded with his Tarzan move.

He himself got thorns and cuts, and fell down for a few times as well -- no doubt, the path they were running on was a new path and there were shrubs everywhere. But it's also a good timing for them to catch their breath.

"Where are the other racers?" While sucking the water from the bladder, he kinda noticed that both of them were the only human being standing in the middle of nowhere.

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Where are the other racers? Hasfuan was struck by the question thrown, almost randomly, by his teammate. He looked around for the black-yellow marker, and almost immediately, he found one tied on a tree ahead, "Depan." He instructed. Hence both of them move forward, while keeping themselves alert of the marker, for they had been deviated from the right path for quite a few times.

Suddenly they heard bushes shaken behind, somebody tried to overtake them. It was a Sabahan male team, running from behind and the team just needed to give way. One of the Sabahan guy has a striking tattoo on his arm. They overtook them, swiftly ran into the corner ahead.

"Catch up! C'mon.." Hasfuan and his teammate ran into the corner as well, following the Sabahan team. Both teams were running, at almost a same pace, but the Sabahan teams moved swifter in the forest, across the bushes and shrubs.

Very quickly, the Sabahan team disappeared in front of them.

"Damn...." Hasfuan sighed in amused.

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"Tak paham lah aku!!" Aiman really did not understand, "Macammaner lah diorng blh gerak laju giler? Kite pun lari gak kan?" seeing the over-taking Sabahan team disappeared in front of them, he was really frustrated and amused.

Both he and his teammate really tried to find an answer for it:

"Yeah maybe next time we should wear hand glove, they don't have to worry about the thorns.."
"Yeah and wear long pants as well..."
"......"

Then they heard bushes shaken from behind again. Another overtaking team???!?!! No way. Aiman turned around. He saw the Sabahan male team approaching them.

Huh? Why...?

The team overtook them, for the 2nd time; and swiftly turned in the corner ahead, then disappeared in front of them, for the 2nd time..

"Tak PAHAM lah aku!!!" Aiman got frustrated, for the 2nd time.

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Despite of the humiliation of being overtaken by one team and THEN overtaken again by the same team after they got deviated and back to the right path, team 'Alamak, KOMA!' reached CP3 and then the abseil point at about 12:++ pm. The official cut-off time for reaching here was actually 3:00 pm, meaning they were 3 hours ahead of the cut-off time -- and Hasfuan was so excited and still high-spirited, and he FINALY was allowed to clean up the gravels in his shoe while waiting for their turn for abseiling.

The cliff was very slippery. When all geared up and all ready, both Hasfuan and his partner made their abseil way down. He had a comparatively smoother start of abseiling when his partner fell at the edge of the cliff and got the his show and fingers clipped in between the abseiling rope and the edge of the cliff.

He proceeded with his abseiling down and leaving his teammate struggle at the edge, until he found himself stuck in the middle.

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Aiman failed to keep the balance when he was about the abseil down and he got his shoe and fingers clipped at the edge of the cliff -- AND THAT's PAINFUL AND.. erm UGLY.

With the help of the marshals, he managed to get out off the embarrassing situation and got himself recomposed, looked down and targeted the touch-down point, sat-back on his harness, took out the camera, found his partner was already down there, then push himself away from the cliff, let off the grip of the rope at his back, abseil~~~~down to where his partner was.

Aiman's partner was actually stuck in the middle of the X-m cliff, and shouted like an annoying baby complaining about something like the belayer did not let him off. Aiman took out his camera and snapped a picture of the baby, then gave a not really useful advice like 'swing your hand away from your body', then abseil on, going down-down.

He still could hear his partner shouting like a baby when he touched down. While the marshals helping him taking off the ropes, he snapped another picture of the baby.

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From the abseiling to CP4 there's an about 2 km open road of running. The team felt good about their time and did not really want to waste it. They ran all the way to CP4 -- the check point that required the racers to complete 3 tasks: orienteering, kayaking and a mysterious test in Taiping Zoo.

Being a former participant in an orienteering race, Hasfuan was counted for the 1st task of team 'Alamak, KOMA!'. 13 points to be collected, and they were all scattered within a radius of your-bloody-hell-long-distance. Miss to collect 1 point will bring a 5-minutes time penalty. I still remember the 2 warnings that Hasfuan's teammate gave him prior to the task:

1. "Wan, aku fail nih bab orienteering nih.."
2. "Wan, kalu kite tak buat terus orienteering nih, time penalty 1 hour 5 minutes jer, untung lagi.."

..and Hasfuan's response was the typical passionate and high-spirited one:

1. "OK, InsyaAllah, aku boleh.."
2. "Why? Kite buat jer lah.. complete-kan jer lah..!"

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"..aku fail nih bab orienteering nih.." I fail totally in orienteering -- that's the very frank confession Aiman made to his partner before the race -- throughout all the race disciplines, the orienteering task was a most disastrous nightmare for Aiman. Being the BIGGEST LOOSER in sense of direction, he put no hopes on carrying out the task but to count on his partner.

..anyhow, they had a less convincing start for their orienteering task. They FAILED to oriented themselves to find the starting point for orienteering (how about that?). Realizing his main pilot was not anymore in a good mental condition, Aiman suggested to skip the task for the sake of time- and effort- saving.

"Why? Kite buat jer lah.." His partner did not see how the strategy of 'skip-and-earn' works, and insisted to go on with the task.

Well.. it's your call. Aiman had to agree with his partner's passion, had to agree that being a rookie like him in adventure race, it's always more important to try every task rather than try to win...

..but soon enough, Aiman had to agree that he should've insisted on his strategy of skipping the whole orienteering task, as he saw a mental broke-down pilot not knowing anymore how to navigate (and even drive) the flight, and a mouthful of unpleasant words came out from his mouth.

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Hasfuan and team quitted the dreadful orienteering tasks with only 5 out of 13 points collected. They spent 1 hour and 30 minutes running like fools and on top of that, another 40 minutes of time penalty.

Hell shit.

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Aiman knew his team was not anymore holding the ticket to the top ten when he saw Zana and Fariz of team 'Fuiyo, KOMA!'. In fact, both 'Alamak, KOMA!' and 'Fuiyo, KOMA!' did the kayak task together, and was even left behind by team 'Fuiyo, KOMA!' in that 3 rounds of kayaking.

His teammate's mental consistency was totally OUT at this moment of time -- many more unpleasant words came out from his mouth, PLUS some actions that really showed his frustration -- like the one trying to hit the suggested 'long stroke' that almost caused the kayak capsized...

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Zoo's mysterious test was easy. The team had to remember at least 3 scientific names of 4 animals inside the zoo. Being a two-men team, it's pretty obvious that each of them would memorize 2 scientific names, then head to zoo center to submit their answers.

Hasfuan was very good in memorizing that 2 scientific names with a mouthful of alphabets, provided he was left undisturbed.


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Done memorizing the scientific names of a Kijang and a Landak, Aiman was clueless where to run to next as his partner was the one holding all the directions.

"Hey, where's next?" While following his running partner, Aiman tried to verify the direction, "Buddy, maner nk per---"

"JANGAN CAKAP DGN AKU!!! ---- " Aiman was stunt, his partner's reaction was almost instants, "--- I'M MEMORIZING!! ---"

Yeah so do I. Duh? Aiman saw his neurotic partner turned around, went back to the mysterious counter and read back the scientific names of his animals.

Raising his eyebrow, Aiman smiled. His funny and lovely partner just made the scientific names of Kijang and Landak messed up.

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Done the mysterious test meaning there's the last CP to check in for the team. I saw Hasfuan's ability of navigating regained and his mental recomposed AFTER done with his little business in toilet of Taiping Zoo. Well, being 'the King of Toilet' of KOMA's racing team -- fair enough.

CP5 located back in the lake garden where they performed they orienteering. Being a consistent looser of sense of direction, his partner really took the advice of Hasfuan and not running back to the garden using the route they came from. Hasfuan showed the team a simpler and much much shorter route to get to CP5.

The final task in CP5 requires the racers to cross the lake by walking on a 'floating bamboo track'. Both Hasfuan and his teammate managed to get it done without anybody falling off from the track -- good enough for the condition of he 'floating bamboo' which were NOT floating at all.

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Before leaving CP5, Aiman heard Fariz and Zana cheered on them. The team 'Fuiyo, KOMA!' was still there to finish their orienteering task after the kayak. He has full confidence on 'Fuiyo, KOMA!' as Fariz and Zana formed a steady combination for the race. He started to think of 'Amboi, KOMA!' -- the only ladies team under the flag of KOMA -- where are the girls? How did they do? He believes Amie could cope with all the huff-and-puff of the race but how about her rookie teammate, Uyun?

Heading to the finishing line, Aiman was feeling great and proud of his teammate. But at the same time he was still wondering about the status of another men team of KOMA, "Ops, KOMA!", in fact, he was worrying about his buddy, Daus. He hadn't seen them since the flag-off of the race..

Where are they? Where's Daus? Pondering about the same wonder, they reached the finishing line.


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How to define a moment of NOW?

Daus was the first to jump onto Aiman and gave him a great hug; Kak Yus, Kak Lina and Ayin cheered; Aiman tapped Hasfuan's shoulder -- At the finishing line, that's 'NOW' -- a moment where all the huff-and-puff, muscle pain and mental torture finally paid off;

How to define a moment of NOW?

Hasfuan bore with the disappointment of wasting more than 2 hours in the orienteering task; Aiman bore with the disappointment of not being able to be in Top 10; Daus bore with his disappointment of not able to finish the race; Zana and Fariz bore with the disappointment of the improper race arrangement that made them failed to complete the race -- At the moment of disappointment, that's 'NOW' -- a moment where we just have to stay firm with what we believe and what we proud of, despite all the frustration we received from a race, and life.

How to define a moment of NOW?

Like putting yourself in the middle of a muddy pool, you feel that you ARE sinking; like abseil from a vertical cliff, you feel that you are going down; like your shoe's full of gravels and little rocks, and you feel the pain and annoyance while running --- and after all, we still feel enthusiastic when somebody come to you and say "Till the next race" -- The passion, the enthusiasm -- That's what being 'NOW'.


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ps.. Do come back to this post more often as more picture will be uploaded soon. 
pss.. more story morry in 
1) Adam's blog -- the one of T.A.C. team won the Charing Team Award -- argh, whatever.. :)
2) Kak Yus' blog -- the biggest fan and biggest supporter of  KOMA teams.. in fact, the teams manager of KOMA teams, opps..
3) Dr. Hisham's blog -- the racer who really can overtake all the KOMA racers by only WALKING.. argh~~~