Monday, June 28, 2010

The Circle Just Got Bigger

Det said to me as we headed back from Dataran towards our motorbike, "Marathon kali ni best giler la kan?". My reply in silence "Of course bro. We are beautiful people, why not we make it a beautiful day for everyone?". On top of the splendid marathon management, my highest thumbs up would be to all the fellow friends and people that have made it a beatiful and memorable day.

Put aside my personal race review for later, I have the urge to put across the greatest feeling for having a magnificent runner united. Waka! Waka! This one for RBU! Besides some nervousness and jitters at the start line in a beatiful rainy morning, the race turned out to be an awesome runners' bonding comradeship. We had our own feelings and sense for the marathon, the suspense, the pressure, the rolling butterfly in the tummy, the pain, the battle, the fall, the sorrow, the rise, the pave, the achievement and the glory.

"Pain heels, chicks dig scars, glory lasts forever" (Keanu Reeves)

We could've done our race, took the medal, finisher tee, luggage and sped off looking forward to nurse the aching legs for days to come. But we didn't. The moment I left Dataran after basking under the sun for luggage pick-up and walking into Jalan Tuanku Abdul Rahman, I saw faces of believers and achievers. The initial thought of swigging in nasi kandar at Ibrahimsha came second - which I proceed to eat also la.

I cheered to all these souls. They nodded in silence and carried on pushing the limits. After the carbo reloading, we joined KA, Ziff and Deo by the roadside. That one hour was the paramount of all moments. We cheered, hail support to our last voice at every marathoners that crossed us. We waved at them from miles away to buckle up and start running. Obviously it brought a second life to them. The smile that almost dried to the late morning sun. The huge strong steps that almost lost from trembling and aching legs. The hands that were put out to accept our challenge to push on. It was beautiful.

As what were sincerely done by fellow Brazillian Drum Corps at Pavillion, the clapping fellow taxi drivers at Jalan Sultan Ismail, the cheerleaders at Istana Hotel, the Picolo Mondo Club performers (think so), the kakak that waved to me from her second floor Kampung Baru flat, the trio Mat Salleh in colourful attires at Pekeliling bus stand, another cheerleaders at Bulatan Pahang, the couple at Jalan Duta, our special 36KM Kedai Runcit Operator, the trio Mat Salleh at Bukit Tunku (again?!)...I trust everything came deep down from their mortal hearts - the spirit of sportmanship. It was a blast. I wish the circle will become bigger and stronger till we have a nation full of loving and caring people  cracking tears everytime I passed these beautiful people.

19 comments:

  1. Yeah, few of them who was already down to walking due to cramps or fatigue, did manage to put in some final running effort 500m to finish line when we cheered and clapped for them at Jln TAR. That was awesome to see some magic happening right in front of our eyes.

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  2. I'm crying now bro. Crying - mid-life crisis :D

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  3. bro, the feeling is mutual. It was just awesome! If the King cries, the subject will cry too..hehehe.

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  4. dket : kau mid life crisis? kau mmg bagus diket, teruskan training. jumpa di half marathon seremban

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  5. second wind...

    eh apsal semua orang malu-malu je nih submit report? semalam semua tak buat homework nih...

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  6. eh btw... apa cadangan nama blog Dett nih?

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  7. Diket you can't cry. You're a guy, guys don't cry. Let me do the crying.

    Dett nak ada blog ye? Good good!

    And this is a great entry! But it's not fair, what guy would dig a chick with scars?

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  8. ziff, if I didn't miss your finishing, I could've asked the kompang boys to escort you.

    terima kasih ijam. lagi 12 hari poié seromban, den nak rilek je. amik gambor.

    semalam kau balik awal la syah. tak complete grammar nak buat report :)

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  9. suggestion here : The Whacky World of King Jelir :D
    How's that?

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  10. mintak izin, tumpang lalu - got your link from Kash's blog. :)

    again, thanks to your "seminit je lagi" encouragement. ;)

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  11. On the run yesterday, I only cracked tears. Yes, you can cry Haza. If I cry, that must be dust in my eye.

    Dett's blog will be a special one. Lots of writers and only one comment allowed - him :D

    Guys don't dig chick with scars la. Aiyo! OK I rephrased.

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  12. Hello there tsar. No worries. This is a free kingdom for anyone who shares the same passion with these beautiful people. Drop by anytime.

    You're most welcome. Those are only words, but the rest came from you. You nailed it. The spirit of marathon lives on!

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  13. apsal semua orang nangis buat Full Marathon nih?

    ini yg mencemaskan den nak upgrade kategori tahun dopan..hu hu

    nampak nyer kono boli spek mato hitam macam abang misai lah tahun depan, kalu nangis orang nampak :)

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  14. RaYzeef bro, that's the secret and spices that you would have to endure to know why. Jom upgrade to FM. Pick one :)

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  15. rayzeef, kenapa nak tunggu tahun depan? tahun ni je terus buat, apa tunggu?

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  16. King makan briyani mana sempat nak pukul kompang...
    Jom Ray buat FMJ kat pbim...

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  17. alamak, hari tuh masa cross finishing line lupa lak nak nangis.. is this some sort of ritual among RBUs?

    nway, bro, happy anniversary of pecah dara full marathon and congrats on ur completion of ur umpteenth marathon!

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  18. Zaki, correction. It was nasi kandar not bryani :)
    FMJ tu apa bro?

    Crushio bro, the tears come naturally during the journey. Thanks bro.

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  19. yelah Zaki, apa tu FMJ? FMV aku tahu lah...

    Full Marathon Jebon?

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