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.