Rain or shine, I DU

Took me a while to do this. Been busy resting and recuperating not just from weekend's activities but also from out station assignment. I wonder how long I can survive this but hopefully I can. Eversince the weekend started last Saturday, I was so excited and looked forward for my inaugural LSD with CAR. Furthermore, it was supposed to be sort of a simulation for the PNM. However, the morning was not complete without a workout, hence Det and me rolled off into Langat for a spin, plus a few short LT calisthenics. It was awesome, I should maintain this though it's short but packed. At least until the ENM2010. Habis aje ENM2010, it should be weekends on saddle for me. Yeah!

And so the evening arrived with overcasted skies above Cheras. It drizzled when we left home. Nizam, Det and me carpooled to Taman Empangan. Rain or not, we still need to be there to be certain. It was my first trip to Taman Empangan though I passed the place thousand times driving and even cycle around Putrajaya. Quite a nice place especially for families. The thundering sounds of massive volumes of water falling down the spillway intake welcome visitors.

We performed our Maghrib prayer and gathered for a brief route check with bro Zulazlan as CAR's lead trainer for the run. Quite a good turn up. We paced ourselves towards the Boulevard at 8.05 pm with dark skies approaching and chilled wind. The dryness didn't last long. At km2 it started to rain and getting heavier by the minute. We were splish sploshing along the Boulevard all the way back to PICC and stopped back at our starting point. It never gets easier especially when my foot sploshed into one of those pot holes. Alamak! Badan bukan makin panas but it gets colder pulak. Perhaps the thought to abandon the run is more feasible. Takpe, esok masih ada.

We said bye-bye to the rest whom continued for another lap while some headed out looking for a lost runner. We prayed that things turned out ok for them. I was craving for a hot tea and food. The atmospheric-driven appetite ended up with a plate of nasi goreng ikan masin, a roti canai and teh 'O'. Nothing came close to the calories spent for a lap of 10k an hour ago. Janji happy. Our initial recovery plan to continue with the run the next morning seemed unfeasible, so we arranged it to be in the evening around the kampung. The lethargic feeling of two workout in a day started to creep in. I spend the whole Sunday indoors, crossing fingers for a good run in the evening. We managed to log in 11k that evening but pace was horrific. I was slightly struggling to keep up to the normal pace and some pin point pains started creeping in.

Monday was purely a rest day as I inched my way into the office and let the blues rocked me to the island of peace. It was a bit unfortunate since I had to take a trip down south the next day, which means cut short my recovery time and more hours burning calories in the car seat. The phobia of backpain recurrence sneaks in. That also means I need another evening recuperating just from the travel. Aiyo! Takpe, I'll just have to make my comeback a memorable one.

And so the much awaited first run of the week came. I was a bit lazy to continue the routine, which perhaps a continuation of "pamper-myself" syndrome. I was struggling to get out on the road. I was so indulged by the ever comfort of lying in front of the tube watching Inglourious Basterds on DVD after a day at the office. At least Mr Quentin Tarantino tickled my dissipated humor. I was smiling again. At the 30th minute of the story I urged myself to run. It was a tempo of 3 reps. Though I was short of 1 rep but the burning sensation of constant pounding hit me back with a boom. Thanks Mr Tarantino. Hahaha.