We are already in a final week of Ramadan. Where did the three weeks of Ramadan go? I almost forgot that Hari Raya will be this week when I was at the halal store at Haymarket on Friday to get some fresh sardines when I saw chickens were flying off the shelves so fast. When my brain made a 'click' noise all the good boneless chicken were gone. Dang!!! Perhaps I'll make beef rendang this year. They still have plenty of beef.
The first two weeks of puasa was a challenge because the temperature had been between 90F-94F. And riding a bicycle in 90+ degree in bulan puasa is no joke.
Found out last night Father's Day 10K Race is canceled. A mixture of relief and mild disappointment. Disappointment, because I've been looking forward to run in 10K Race, to officially shake and bake my PR.
Whoa.....look at me.......two years ago, personal record wasn't part in my conversation. Two years ago I the only time I used PR was when I talked about some super fast runners like Joan Benoit's PR average 6 mins/mile. But I'm grateful that my long love for running have helped through difficult times. Running is like therapeutic on the move.
I haven't done much core training as much as I would like to, but I'm happy with some improvement I've noticed they way my body gradually accepted the changes. When I first started working on elbow plank, I only lasted 15 seconds and I couldn't do more than 2 repetition.
On the second week I could stretch to 20 seconds, and of course I would be huffing and puffing like a goldfish when I tried to hit 30 second. The good thing was I graduated to four repeat ion.
Every other day I add 2 seconds. They are days I don't feel feel like doing it at all, no matter how much I lace up or sugar coat the words. It just doesn't work. I guess having a personal coach would be lovely. When I get to 'don't feel like doing it' zone, I switch to some easier workouts : front lunge skipping and side skipping. And boy oh boy, skipping is fun. Without any effort, my face just break into huge smile while I skip. Amazing what a simple move can do to us.
This morning I managed to get 60 seconds for elbow plank and side plank withoug becoming a goldfish. But when on the fouth repeation, my side plank (left side) gave in at 45 seconds.
Another core workout that I really enjoy is superman fly. It is good for the back too. I make sure I do this workout no matter how lazy I become.
I'm sure many of you have read about Norzuhaira Ruhanie of My Lost Year of her Round the World trip she started back in February and ended her journey in South Africa to watch a final World Cup game. She stopped here in Boston at the end of March and we met again for the second time.
She is one of the women who dare to take a risk to reach out her heart desire. One brave woman. Anyho, a couple of weeks before Hari Raya she contacted and asked me if I could write a short essay of my fondest Raya memory for her asignment for New Straits Time. She emailed the copy of the article published on September 10th. 2010. Thank you Nor for your generosity. And she was very kind to erase two years of my actual age :)).
On Hari Raya morning (Friday) I woke up at 4:45 a.m, put on Takbir Raya on low mode and had a video call on skype with my sister, KakNgah in Pokok Asam, Taiping. It was 4:45 p.m in Malaysia. Our alone quiet chat lasted for about an hour when my brother Abang, three years my senior who lives next door walked into KakNgah living room and saw KakNgah and I were on the skype. He hollerred his wife. They live next door.
A few minutes later, my second younger brother, Man and his wife Yah with their five kids returned from their Hari Raya open house trip. Man flipped his cell phone and called Tan, my first younger brother who lives a few houses away from KakNgah with his wife Non and their six kids.
Within an hour KakNgah's living room was packed with my two brothers, two sister-in-laws and 11 nieces and nephews waiting for their turn to talk with with me. The children and their parents were standing, squatting and leaning to KakNgah, elbowing each other waiting for their turns. I sat on my couch, my emotion ran high and low, loved and missed, watching the younger ones stuffing their face with kueh raya and ketupat while the older kids teased and poked their younger cousins, brothers and sisters.
At that moment I made up my mind I want to visit them next year. No if no but. InsyaAllah.
By eight fifteen I talked with all of them even Nani who was three years old when the last time I saw her. I felt so good. I felt wonderful. I felt blessed.