Justice is served

Never a night running attempt felt so simple and flawless - for me definitely. Adding to the anguish, the venue itself - Putrajaya. Climate doesn't help either - humidity high. Cool breeze ain't making it easier also, since it speeds up the lowering of oneself's body temperature from our excessive sweating contrary to warming up the running muscles which we needed to. Complaints, complaints and more complaints. That's because I'm still having the cranky feeling and a bit sleepy. And yet I knew I had mapped a repeat of the 11.3km running route and successfully clocked 25.4km - as scheduled (short of 600m though).

Some of us accepted Kash's invitation for a Sundown simulation. Well, it was pretty much seemed like the most of us. OK, I think it was the whole of us and mostly from the running blogs. Some are my regular LSD buddies which includes the Orang Kampung themselves i.e. Det and Nizam and the rest of Geng Kaki Lambung i.e. Nik, Shuk and Syah. Ian managed to join eventually, perhaps rerouting his tight schedules. Yim, Crushio and Ziff were there also - very enthusiastic runners. For the first time, I met Ijam, Rayzeef, Zaki111 and Khairul Anuar - there you go, mother of all links. With Kash as the celebrity for the night, we have fifteen plodders ready to rock the world. Oh! Not forgetting, we have Sharafi from CAR as well, while Imran just sat on the sideline observing - like a coach. Ooops! I missed another ultralady in the making - Haza, dropped us a Hi! at the start line, giving consent for the miracles to come. Appreciate the courtesy.

We looped twice the route and regrouped at Palace of Justice (PoJ) everytime we completed each. First loop was rather fast for some, perhaps due to the excitement having to run with an awesome crowd. Second loop was slower, perhaps being wasted from the first one - always never learn from the lesson la dude. What la? Everything turned discreet. We can only hear the stumping from each other's steps and labouring breath. Attempting the PICC incline was like the day the earth stood still. Shuk and me conversate occassionally, trying to keep the souls awaken from being drifted with the chilling wind. Nik vanished out of nowhere along the stretch to PICC only to be told later that he was being zapped from cruising ahead and opted to pace with Ian instead. We were scattered within seconds and minutes of each other but still visible due to the thousand miles straight route. The second regrouping resulted with more bailing out. A handful of us decided to push a bit more completing a 25km mark - that would be another 2.5km to go. With passionate buddies around, the feat was always possible. It was great.

Another recipe for night running isn't complete without a teh tarik session. For runners whom just completed an LSD, this would be a feeding frenzy. Everybody digged in at a mamak in Precinct 9 except for a few whom decided to call it a day and left straight home.

Aie wrote from his graphic novel "Sebuah perjalanan takkan lengkap tanpa berbekalkan secubit perjuangan". Nice.

When the midnight shift is over