Kemensah Krazy Trail Run – My First Trail Run

So, that was it. I did my very first trail run today (or rather yesterday), a full trail run since the one that I did in Muar was not really a full trail run but more like a combination with a road run. I noticed how the registration fees for trail runs are more expensive than those of road runs which are probably due to the logistics. I mean, most of the trails are not reachable by car so they probably have to hire people to carry all the necessities and set things up at the drink stations and all. They need more physical and labor arrangements compared to road runs which are probably much easier to pull off.

I actually registered for Kemensah Krazy Trail Run almost on an impulse. I mean, I didn’t really check all the terms and regulations which I found out later were quite too much. I mean, I really don’t understand why they would ask each of the participants to buy an emergency blanket and a whistle and even made them compulsory – or you will not be allowed to run – as they put it on their website. I found it quite so meh.  A quick search on emergency blankets – which is also known as space blankets – had led me to the discovery that Space blankets are often given to marathoners and other endurance athletes at the end of races, or while waiting before races if the weather is CHILLY! (Wikipedia).

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Seriously, the organizer had an organizing problem. I’m not even sure if any of them had ever run before. They flagged the runners off at 9am which was already hot and expected people to freeze while running under the blazing hot sun. Not surprisingly at all, the organizer published on their website that emergency blankets could be bought at the registration counter for RM10 as opposed to RM5 at which it is sold for at most sports shops in KL. I mean, I know running events have become a good money-making business nowadays but I found this one is a bit overboard.

So, trusting my hiking experiences in the past, and knowing for sure that that piece of shit called emergency blanket would not be necessary in a hot and humid place like Kemensah, I didn’t buy any. And true enough, they never checked on all these compulsory things as opposed to what they had stated in their terms and regulations, that they’d check every bag and if they saw something was amiss that participant will not be allowed to run. Grrrr!

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Then the brochure. My gosh, I had to laugh at how they elaborate the trail to every detail of nooks and crannies. I mean, seriously, who would want to read through all the repetitive turn-rights and turn-lefts? I do appreciate how they try to elaborate the trail so that the participants would know what to expect but haven’t they heard of something called map?

So, it was not really a good first impression for me. I didn’t like it when I got stuck in a long line of people because the trail could only accommodate one single line at a time. There was one time when I had to wait for almost half an hour just to get down a quite steep trail where (most) participants had to use the help of a rope. Then I didn’t like it when I had to hunch down every time I came upon something so low over my head or I’d get it scratched. It really was tiring and made my neck stiffen. The ups and downs were quite expected and I had to stifle myself from bursting into laughter when a young female runner – also a first-timer – complained to me as to why the organizer made us run up a hill when they knew that we would have to run back down later. I mean, what did she expect? We were running in a very hilly area. LOL!

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I have no complaints about the water stations and all. I think they were quite sufficient. And I gotta say the trail was very challenging for a first timer like me but the scenery that came with it was really breath-taking. I mean I am a frequent visitor to the Rimbawan Kemensah where the run started and finished but I never knew that there was more to it than just the beautiful creeks, fishing ponds, return-to-basics chalets and the run-down (intentionally) close-to-nature cafes.

We ran through beautiful farms from where we could see part of the beautiful Titiwangsa Crocker which is more like the backbone of the whole of Malaysian peninsular, then through Orang Asli villages where I came upon a lovely couple of pigs – my first sighting of pigs since I moved to KL about 4 years ago, and the Orang Asli kids were there to cheer us on and of course the beautiful jungle (or bushes). The funny thing is, they are all only a stone’s throw away from KL. They’d really make a good brief escapade from the hustle and bustle of the city and thanks to Kemensah Krazy Run – I now know where to head to when I feel like getting close to nature. Heh.

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I’d say I went to Kemensah Krazy Run quite unprepared. I mean, I had always wanted to buy a trail run shoes but I didn’t manage to get around to it – not quite in time for the run. I had no choice but putting on my old New Balance shoes which were more for road-running. The trails were quite dry so I didn’t encounter much of grip problems but problems came when I ran downhill when I felt a pain to my toes probably because the shoes had not been designed to hold my feet from slipping down while running on an extreme downhill trail. I spent most of the time looking at other runner’s shoes and I’ve come to one conclusion – that Salomon is still the most popular brand among trail runners. I still remain indecisive on which shoes to buy though.

All in all, I did enjoy the run. There’s still so much to learn especially when running downhill which I’m not good at but of course it is a learning process. I saw how some of the runners were really struggling not because of their stamina but more on their lack of skills which came with lack of confidence. They were afraid that they might stumble so they were being a little bit too careful then they probably needed to.

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As for now, I’m fixing my eyes on another run next week. In fact, the Kemensah Krazy run is more like part of my preparatory training. Then I’m gonna have to figure out whether I should run for another trail run or sticking to road runs. Let’s see how it goes.

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A Year Full of Uncertainties

So, I’ve decided to change the outlook of my blog to a simpler theme. With so many things at hand, I find it quite impossible to come up with long posts that I am quite well known for (ehems) so I’d like to make things shorter and simpler and this is probably the right theme for now. I used to be able to write a blog post so effortlessly probably because I had all the time in the world to do all the thinking and put them into writing right on the spot. But then, I’m afraid that has to change now. My life needs a little bit of adjustment. There are just so many things that I have to squeeze into this little head of mine so I can’t really put them into my writings as easily and effortlessly as I used to. Uhuks.

I’ve been quite busy lately, I mean, I’ve always been busy but these past few months have been quite a few notches up. My times have been pre-occupied by all these things surrounding this pursuit for a master in research that I’m doing now, so much so that I’d find myself breaking my back trying to dig for research materials whenever possible or I’d get swept away before I could even catch up with this ever flowing thing called time, and sometimes I’d find myself spending long long hours in front of my lap top trying to do whatever I can do before the next presentation (or I’d end looking so stupid without nothing much to present out in front of my professors). One thing about doing a research is that, there are always deadlines to meet. I have no choice but making myself get used to it.

And then, there are quite a number of people that I have to deal with almost constantly like my supervisors (lecturers) and dealing with these people are not that easy. These people are academicians so I like to believe that they have a very high level of intelligence. These are the people who know pretty much about everything, at least in the fields that they are experts in. But then, after dealing with them for quite some time, I have come to discover that they are just human beings. Things can slip off their minds too and I have to put these things back into their heads especially those things that concern me and my research. Heh.

I mean, I’m a working adult now so the approach is different from the time when I was still an innocent undergrad student back at the university. Back then, I couldn’t even look straight into their eyes. I’d go into their rooms with my shoulders intentionally slumped down so that they might sympathize and think twice before spraying bullets at me. I remember when I was doing my final year thesis and I came to office of my supervisor – a highly respected professor in the country – and he threw my thesis progress report to the floor and shouted “YOU ARE FAILED! YOU CAN PACK YOU BAGS NOW AND GO HOME”. I really didn’t understand what he meant by packing my bags and leave but then I was so shocked I couldn’t even say a word. In fact, I found myself shaking. I left with a lot of things going on in my mind.

I was in my final year so failing the paper means I had to extend another semester at the university. The mere thought of missing the next convo which means another long year of being a student was just unbearable (I was so eager to start working!). I couldn’t even sleep for days. Of course I returned to him with a pledge to do the best I could to drag things up to his expectations. And I did keep my word even though it meant I had to spend many days of sleepless nights that there were times when I began to hallucinate from staying up for too long, even more than 46 hours straight.  That was probably the only time when I saw ghosts. They looked so real I really thought I could almost touch them. Jeez!

I passed the paper in flying colors and I told myself never to put myself into such a situation ever again. Then I found myself doing this master in research which seems to almost certainly bring me back to that situation again, hopefully, oh gosh hopefully, to a much lesser extent. Uhuks.

Of course, that story with my professor happened more than 10 years ago. Now that I’m a working adult with quite a number of years of working experience tucked neatly under my belt, I’d find myself talking and joking and laughing with my supervisors say, at a McDonald’s for hours and I’d even pay for the food so you know how people are gonna react and treat you when you pay for their food – lecturer or not lecturer. It does make a difference (I hope they won’t by any chance read this. LOL). I can even ask if they’d ever find the time to have sex with their wives with so many lecturing and supervising works at hand. I mean, literally because we are talking about an adult-to-adult conversation here. LOL.

Busy might my days be, I try as much as I can to find the fun in all the things that I do now. I mean, it’s not easy to stay positive all the time – it has its ups and downs – and not that I have not been warned about it before I took this challenge (my favorite word nowadays), in fact all of this was not unexpected, but then I have come to discover that there’s always fun in everything that we do if we know how to find it. For now, I’m just gonna do what I have to do and finish what I have started. Positivity is the keyword here right. Heh.

Bringing you to a totally different topic (although quite co-related, anything that has to do with time is related), jeez, I can’t believe it’s almost halfway through 2015 and I haven’t traveled to anywhere other than Sandakan! Not only I haven’t traveled, I haven’t even participated in any running event! How can I ever declare myself a real traveler and an avid runner if I haven’t traveled and run for 4 months in a row? I feel so ashamed that I feel like bitch-slapping myself when I come to think of it.

But then, I might get the chance to change that soon when I join the Kemensah Krazy Run next weekend and the 3R Putrajaya Marathon the weekend after – a gamble that I took blindly because I knew I wouldn’t be able to find the time to do all the training even for a half marathon, let alone a full. But then I always keep in mind that it’s always about having fun and there is no pressure in joining any of these runs. Getting to the starting line is a thing and finishing the run is another. I keep telling that to everybody.

For me it’s always about getting to the starting line first and whether I finish or not is another thing. I don’t pressure myself. I can always stop, flag a taxi down and go home, except that I’ve never really done that ever before. LOL! I don’t know if my ego is too big to do that but I’d usually find myself walking and walking has proved to be good enough to bring me back to the finish line without really breaking a sweat. Heh.

Talking about traveling, I do have a few places in mind – or rather a few countries. It’s almost certain that I’m flying off to Lombok next month after a series of bitter postponement. And yes, I don’t have to tell you what I’m gonna do there because it think it’s a very easy guess. Then I’m gonna go back to Sabah for my annual balik kampong holiday to coincide with the Harvest Festival. Then I might go to some mountain again which I can’t really confirm now because I am not even sure if I’d ever get a leave with my research coming into its most critical part.

This year, as I’ve been telling everybody, is full of uncertainties. In fact, I had to say no to a few invitations to travel together because I don’t want to put myself in a situation where I have to cancel it at the very last minute. It happened before which was quite a big mistake to me personally because I were the one who asked that friend to come with me so doing a mistake once is a lesson but doing it twice is a stupidity. I don’t even know what to call it when I do a stupidity twice. LOL.

So – no solid plans for now. Let’s see how things would go.

Opppss, this is not really a short post after all. Heh. ZZZZZZZ.

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Hunting for Whales in Mirissa, Sri Lanka

You know, something that I didn’t mention about in my previous post was the whale-hunting that we did while we were in Mirissa. It was totally unplanned but I knew I had to go for it the moment the receptionist lady at the hotel that we stayed in mentioned it to us. I mean, sighting of whales back in Malaysia requires such a great deal of luck. In fact, I never saw a whale in my entire – at least not in their wild or natural habitat – so I was jumping in excitement when I found out that sighting of this wonderful creature is possible in Mirissa.

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We were picked up from the hotel at around 7.30pm and was at the harbor about half an hour later. There was a little bit of name-checking before we were allowed to go on board which was more like a junk than a boat or a ferry. It was good for at least 50 people at a time and it was almost to its capacity when it pulled out of the deck and off to the open sea.

It was rocky right from the beginning but it became worse as it moved further out into the sea. One of the passengers had to be sent back to the land because she couldn’t take it any longer. Her whining and howling every time a wave rocked the boat continued to haunt me for a very long time. Urghhhh!

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I really thought it wouldn’t take long before we reached the area where whales could possibly be sighted and everyone was holding up against the rough sea. But when one hour turned into two and later three, I was beginning to get quite worried. In fact almost everybody on board was beginning to throw up and I was holding to the last thread of my ego before I was forced to join them too.  It was like being on a roller-coaster, only worse because there was no way of knowing when it was gonna stop. It was without doubt the worse boat-ride that I’ve ever been on in my entire life.

I was running out of patience and was actually on the very verge of throwing up before one of the crews yelled out and pointed out to somewhere while everyone else turned to look with long over-due eagerness and anticipation. There was a sudden surge of excitement among all the passengers. I joined some of them to run up to the open deck upstairs and wobbled my way in a zig-zag while doing it so that I could get a good view just in case a whale really was there to catch a glimpse of. But I saw none and so did the others judging from their confused and disappointed looks. Urghhhh!

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Just when I was about to return to the lower deck where it was less rocky, a commotion put me back to where I was earlier. And then, there it was. It started with the tail flipping elegantly up in the air – and for a moment it stayed there, frozen – before slapping back down and splashing water out of its way. Then it disappeared before flipping out again, this time higher than before. Then the head – spurting out a fountain of water from its blowhole or whatever it is called. It really was magical and everybody was cheering in excitement. Seeing the biggest animal on earth going live in action right before the eyes is certainly an experience not to be easily forgotten. We saw quite a number but they’d all disappear after awhile, probably sensing the presence of something that doesn’t quite belong to their group.

I was quite disappointed that I didn’t see any of them in full – like the whale that jumped out of the water right in front of Pi in the Life of Pi, may be because they don’t really have the capability of jumping right out of the water in full after all – I mean not in real life. Or may be they do. I don’t know. But then I can say now that it’s not really all about the whales after all but the experience of being on the boat at such a terrible condition.

We made our way back to the harbor at about mid-day and used up my last ounce of energy in the process. I mean, being in a rough sea even in a comfy chair on an over-sized boat has proved to be quite tiring. I had butterflies in my stomach waiting to be let out through my ass and my intestines felt like they have convoluted a thousand times over. Stepping off the boat and back on the land again was more relieving that I thought it would be. But then, it really was a great experience. At least I could always say to people that I’ve seen whales – live – right before my eyes, in an open sea, in their natural habitat.

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We left Mirissa with some sort of accomplishment – not quite a pre-planned one – but it was still an accomplishment. Whales. I’ve seen some of them. Heh.

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