Rationing & Running

Well four days since the start of systematic water disruptions, our kitchen tap has not yet run dry. Apparently, as it is connected directly to the mains, this indicates that my neighbourhood has so far escaped water rationing. Maybe we’ve just been lucky, forgotten about or someone on my street is very well-connected, as most people I know here have had their water cut-off as per the SYABAS schedule. And drivers continue to wash fleets of cars as if water just fell out of the sky on a daily basis. Well it doesn’t, not anymore. We did have some rain … Continue reading Rationing & Running

The One Where I Admit That I’ve been Foolish

One of the many things I love about running is how strong and powerful it makes me feel, and the fact that that I always feel better after a run than before one. Or nearly always. Today, for the first time running since my Angkor Wat Half Marathon on Dec 1, I neither felt strong nor powerful, and I finished my run 1km short of my 21 km target feeling sore, worried and annoyed. Annoyed with myself because over the past week I had pushed my pace so hard on three 13, 10 and 10km runs that not only are … Continue reading The One Where I Admit That I’ve been Foolish

2XU Compression Run, Kuala Lumpur

Rain and hills were the order of the day – though I’m not sure 6 AM is technically day as it’s before sunrise here! As it was my first race since early June, and my longest run since late August due to my PTT problem, I kept my expectations low for yesterday’s 2XU Compression 15km Race. There was no question of aiming for a personal best; yesterday was about running, simply because I was able. My goals were to: Find a parking spot not too far from the Start line. Make one last dash to the portaloo before race start. Run … Continue reading 2XU Compression Run, Kuala Lumpur

Muscle Amnesia

Come closer, I need to tell you something. I am going to whisper something in your ear. Are you close enough? Here it is… I’m running again..sh! I’m not whispering because it’s a secret, or because my physiotherapist told me not to run and I am defying orders. (Hi Akmal!) No, the injury to my Posterior Tibilialis Tendon responded really well to both Shock Wave Therapy and physio so that last week I was, after almost six weeks off the road, given permission to do some light jogging. My foot still hurt a bit, though not at the injury site, … Continue reading Muscle Amnesia

Time for New Shoes

When I started running two years ago, I wore a pair of Reebok shoes I’d bought on sale in a bargain bin. I also walked regularly and attended two or three fitness/strength classes at the gym. Realising that I quite liked this running lark, and wary of sore knees, I splashed out on a pair of proper running shoes (and cut back on my cross-training). The Adidas store in Gardens Mall is one of the nicer sports shops here so I wandered in there, stood on some sort of heat-activiated footprint maker and was pronounced as having a neutral foot. … Continue reading Time for New Shoes