Wet Sunday

Abandoning a Sunday ride is something really frustrating when oneself really looked forward for it after a not so good new year run race. The alarm went off at 6.15 and as usual I jammed it to silent & wishing for a few more minutes pushing my face into the pillow. However, the tapping sound on the gutter awaken me with much more impact than the alarm. Hey! It's raining lah! Aiyo!

A quick text to ride buddies before I hurried for bath. A few messages came in reply as I heard it from the bath. Ibrahim, the furthest from Sg. Buloh, decided to bail out since he do not wish to drive across Klang Valley just to be welcomed with frustrated smiles. Saiful was already on his way & so was Hanchik. Bahri gave until 7.00 a.m. timeline for decisions.

Saiful & Hanchik arrived in time for me to unlock the gate & the three of us chatted our way through under the car porch killing time as the rain consistently drizzled for another half an hour. I suggested for a breakfast at a nearby hang out since my inner voice started to growl louder than the tropic thunder. Roti canai & teh tarik before a ride is a menu for a ditch. Rain stopped at 8.00 a.m. & each of us completed our trip to the restroom for decisions. Hehe. The ever-spirited Hanchik decided to drive up to Batu 18 & proceeded with the ride plan while Saiful & me opted for a lazy cozy Sunday morning.

It turned out to be not so lifeless morning eventually. I was incharge of the school opening fiesta at home. Preparing text books, exercise books, stamped names on them, teaching Amir on how to manage his school bag & filling up more forms. It ended almost the same time as riding up Peres & back. After lunch, me & the kids snugged ourselves deep into the sofa & watched Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs while wifey gone to the library.

The day was not given away that easy without workout. My original plan to make a trip to Lake Garden was abandoned after Det proposed for a loop of McDonald's route. Turn up was not bad. Four of us, my orang kampung, paced the 8.5km loop in a casual manner just in time before it started to drizzle.

Looking ahead towards NB30k which is just around the block, I knew that I have to train harder to enjoy it. With the remaining days, which is actually another week of training...aiyo!...I'm desperate to spend more time on my legs than ever.