Hamster wheels

Turn round, round and around

Month: November, 2011

For many reasons, including non at all.

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.” – Vincent van Gogh

The Singapore Biathlon 2012 date is out and it has me all excited and jittery. Sing Bi is the one race that has my heart.

Taiwan Yi-lan Asian Triathlon Championships – Stumbly, finished dead last when the sun had set and no one else except one was around; but still, happy to be racing.

My first vertical marathon and race with Mr T! ♥

Next up is the marathon in, shit, one and a half weeks time. My first, decided upon in a fateful moment. Reason? I hope that by exploring the unprecedented distance, I find new strength (both physical and non) and perspectives.

On another note, a mistake of this this pre-season was taking part in too many “junk” races “for fun” because it disrupts training. But it was also a humbling and good one (mistake, so to speak) in re-shaping my biases and complacency. Long distance running is no longer just running easily for very long and then boasting about it, and a vertical marathon isn’t just a few flights of steps.

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thinking, feeling caps.

This is my favourite article on ST today. It is sweet of the kiddies and it strikes a chord with me especially since I have seen the kiddies and Gary working hard at the pool, seen some of the swimmers on their not so good days and seen Gary scold, abuse (with hard work), disabuse (them of certain notions), encourage and coddle them.

The online version is captioned “May the G force be with them”. Hurhur. Go kiddies, go G (:

We are all waging our own personal wars, with the aim of achieving the inner peace that comes from crossing that hallowed finish line.

We should learn from the best. And so after a crash that hurt her hip, Chrissie Wellington said, “a bit of padding would have been nice – should have eaten more donuts”.

I love that. But yes, there is more.

“And of course we are also engaged in our own personal war of attrition. Battling the enemy of self doubt, of discomfort, of the little voice telling us to quit, and of the dreaded adversary that is ‘ GI’ (distress) Jane. Although we all suffer disillusionment or motivational slumps, victors have developed a call to arms that can fuel their fire and reignite their passion and courage.”

“We are all waging our own personal wars on the triathlon battleground, with the aim of achieving the inner peace that comes from crossing that hallowed finish line. ”

What I fear the most is attrition of the most subtle kind. The loss of that spark, tenacity, that prevented pain and life from deterring you, that made you do things no one ever said you could (and the unkind ones said you couldn’t). Small battles lost daily, and a dream gets lost. You find others equally precious), but that one is lost. Since I dreamed, I want to hold on to it tight.

And last quote reverberated as it spoke – above others, I want to achieve inner peace at my own finishing line.

With this, hello world. I am still very much alive.

(Excerpts from http://www.chrissiewellington.org/blog/war-wounds-the-fighting-spirit/)