#BeWoW – Diary of a Quirky Girl, 7.04.2015 – First 10 km Run

Today, I decided to kill two birds with one stone. I combined my write-up for #BeWoW and the Blogging A to Z Challenge. #BeWoW stands for Be Wonderful on Wednesday. It is a blogging community initiative to share positivity with others.


Here’s the version I made with Adobe Illustrator. Please click on the image to see a larger version with larger font.

Diary of a Quirky Girl, 7.04.2015

For those who prefer to read the text as a plain blog post, here it is:

Diary of a Quirky Girl, 7.04.2015

First 10 km Run

Some people sign up for 10 km on their very first run. But I took my time. I signed up for quite a number of 5 km runs. Then a 7 km run. After about 6 months, I finally signed up for my first 10 km. It was the KL City Day Run 2015, held on 8 February 2015. It had rained the night before and large puddles were everywhere, but the weather was good on the morning of the run.

The run started at Padang Merbok and took me past the National Bank, then to the hilly roads of Bukit Tunku. It was an exclusive neighbourhood full of stately white colonial bungalows and newly-built modern and contemporary bungalows, co-existing side by side. Some of these roads were scenic but steep! I found the views highly interesting. So much so that at one point, I tripped and fell because I was admiring a house with guards and guard dogs outside. 😉  I think that was between 6 km and 8 km into the run. I only grazed one knee though, because I landed on my hands, which held my body off the ground. I had to put one knee down because the momentum kept propelling me forward. If you can believe it, I learnt how to fall like this in a yoga class. 🙂  A lady who ran passed me said I should get medical attention from St. John’s ambulance volunteers in front. And lo and behold, they were really in front – about 10 m to 20 m ahead of me. So, I went over to them and showed them my knee. One nice volunteer applied antiseptic solution on it, while I was standing. I did not bother to sit down because I still wanted to continue the run. I told them I tripped because I was admiring the scenery. They all laughed. Who joins a run to admire the scenery, right?

Then, between 8 km and 9 km, I saw some white flowers blooming on the young trees beside the road and decided to pluck a bunch. To me, they had a subtle, light perfume, and I sniffed at them all the way to the finish line.

It was great to get my first 10 km finisher medal. A wonderful day indeed. I was worried because I did not have time to train for it, but my worries were unfounded, because I could still run across the finishing line.

There were many stalls populated by sponsors at the event venue. I visited the stalls out of curiosity. Then I suddenly heard a woman’s voice calling, “Miss… Miss…” Who would be calling me? But it got louder, so I turned around. A kindly malay lady offered me a can of malt drink from her goodie bag. She said it was not her kind of thing. So, now I had two cans. LOL. A good day indeed! I went home happy as a lark. 🙂

The medal I earned for my first 10 km run :)
The medal I earned for my first 10 km run and the white flowers I was talking about 🙂

#BeWoW – Diary of a Quirky Girl, 4.03.2015

OK, this is the first time I’m participating in the #BeWow blogshare started by RonovanWrites. BeWoW stands for Be Wonderful on Wednesday. The idea is to post something nice or wonderful on Wednesdays to brighten up someone’s day. It could be a  wonderful experience, a fond memory, something inspirational or motivational, etc.

Today, I’d like to add my third instalment of my experimental diary writing as part of the #BeWoW blogshare. 🙂

Diary of a Quirky Girl, 4.03.2015

Here’s the blog post in plain text, in case you don’t like reading it in the coloured background above:

Wednesday, 4.03.2015

Exercise was never my kind of thing when I was young. I was an awkward kid who twisted both ankles fairly regularly, so much so that my ankles finally built resistance to getting twisted. Nowadays, after I trip and fall, or just twist an ankle, I can just get up, shake the seemingly hurt ankle, do my weird kicking motion, and it’ll be just fine.

In Form 4, an English teacher told me nonchalantly that I was a late bloomer. Thinking back, I had the amusing thought that this probably encompassed my interest in the unrelated topic of exercise as well. My interest started at 30, when I registered for my first yoga class on 26 September 2006. I think discovering yoga was almost like falling in love. It was something that fascinated me; I see it in magazines, on TV and on websites. I’ve wanted to try it for ages, but never did. Of course, the first few weeks could only be described as the most daunting physical challenge of my life. I could not fathom tying myself into knots, standing on my head, or doing the handstand. Some days, I would just feel exhausted, but on other days, I felt queasy. It was all I could do to keep from puking towards the end of class. But I kept at it, and little by little, my body stopped fighting it and accepted the practice. After that, it felt good and energizing. In relaxing classes with breathing exercises, stretching and meditation, I would emerge totally calm and relaxed. It’s something great I look forward to at the end of a tiring work day. It’s been eight years and counting, and my interest in yoga has continued unabated. Although I can never accomplish some of the anti-gravity and mind-boggling poses, I am satisfied knowing that the practice has contributed to a happier and healthier me.

Then, I developed an interest in walkathons. I signed up for the 7-km Kordel’s Walk for Healthy Joints in 2011 and never looked back since. I signed up for all manner of walkathons – the usual distances were 3 km, 5km and 7km. Of course, as with a new physical challenge, it was hard the first few years, but I got progressively better at it.

The ultimate challenge arrived on the day I decided to join a run. I’ll admit that I hated running. I had the fear that I would fall and hurt myself, as in my school days. But sign up, I did. The first run I signed up for was the famous Energizer Night Race 2014, 7 months ago, in August 2014. The first thing that attracted me was the free headlamp. Ha-ha… Yes, I was enticed to join a run by a headlamp. I laugh at the memory till this day. I practised for it for a few weeks, walking and jogging from 3 km to 5 km in the evenings. Since it was my first race, and I was certain that I was in no danger of winning anything, I decided to sign up for the shortest distance (5 km) and do my best to not finish last. It turned out to be extremely challenging and exciting. In its 4th year, the run attracted 15,000 participants and we lit up the night with my little headlamps. No, I’m not embarrassed to admit that I walk and jog. It’s a race, but that doesn’t mean we need to run the whole way. My objective is to live an active and healthy lifestyle, and so far, it’s been great. At 37, I overcame my fear of running and falling flat on my face, and did not finish last. Hurray! 😀