Kasi pecah!

I knew that the coming long holiday would mean disaster for training, for which I opted to "balun" earlier. Prior to my drive back to food heaven hometown JB, orang kampung and me planned for a really long-slow-distance run around our beloved kampung. With less LSD buddies left around the Klang Valley, we were determined that this McD 8km loop will clock it's most laps ever ran by any other orang kampung :P... The menu was 3 laps which should cover about 24km, something of a revenge from PNM's defeat.

We started our pounding at 6.50am, still under the sparkling stars and shining streetlights. Wishing for a cool morning that would last throughout the run. With the three of us, in our own kampung, running a bit slower than our targeted MP, it was awesome. Yeah, that was a beautiful intro.

Come second lap, we were caught by surprised that it was so bright which was only 7.45am!? Bright light! Bright light! This means bright chance we will toast on the third lap. Det bailed out at the end of the second lap...sekali pak mertua tunggu breakfast daaa...ceh! We stopped for a drink at every lap.

Yes, it was definite, for the remaining orang kampung (Nizam and me), the last lap was agony. For me, it was a misery in disguise. I really wanted it. I planned for the LSD, the humid and temperature that rolled in just adds up to the recipe. I need to push the envelope a bit further. The state of mind game that might wait us around the corner of Cyberjaya ENR route. I need to come prepared.

We continued on with our pep talks and push each other in discreet at the last path towards the end. I almost wanted to stop and walk but Nizam's silence and continuous pounding enthused me to push on. It was so hot that on the way back that any orang kampung who witnessed us might think that we are crazy. Lucky for us traffic was innocent, perhaps most of them have left town.

Nizam had to call it a day short of a kilometre to go. He can't ran an inch more and opted to walk straight home instead of finishing the run at our starting spot. I had to hold on to my goal, at whatever pace I had left. My steps was so mini that every bit of it was in pain. I wonder why la? I've finished my 30k a few weeks ago, strong. I've dragged myself across the finish line at the 21k PNM a week ago in a state of conscious. But why not this week? Is it the climate? Or is it lack of rest? No idea. As I punched my stopwatch clocking about 2:43, my HR was idling at 80% though I was running at snail pace. That was labour at only 24km. However, the bright sight of it, rekod kampung sudah pecah! Hahaha! Next menu...32k.