Borneo International Marathon 2010

Three reasons why I decided to do it;

1. My bf's new year resolution was to make me run 5km
2. The marathon was held in my hometown, so watta heck, I used that 10k route to school everyday
3. Signed up for the run with my bf. As simple as that.

I do admit that I can be very irritating-ly optimistic-ish sometimes. But only after the run I realized how I've overestimated my decision.

Reason #1. My bf's new year resolution was to make me run 5km
But I did a 10K instead. Ambitious. It wasn't easy for a first-timer like me. Plus, with no consistent training or what not. Luck was really on my side. Phew!

Reason #2. The marathon was held in my hometown, so watta heck, I used at least half of that 10k route to school everyday
Riiiiggghhhttt. While I was running (and walking most of the time), I realized my mom DROVE me to school using that road and NOT run.

Reason #3. Signed up for the run with my bf. As simple as that.
And he got selected for the reality TV show called DiGi The Next Level a week before we're supposed to go back to KK together. So he's now locked away for seven weeks for the shoot! Hence, I had to run alone.

Lesson learned.

We can only plan, but it's up to Him above to actually manouvere the plan.

Whatever it is, completing a 10k run makes me discover the one thing about myself --- determination. I admit, I felt like stopping at every KM, but no, I told myself to keep on going. Maybe because I knew that my mom actually woke up at 4.30 in the morning just to send me to the starting line (and actually waited for me at the finishing line); and maybe because I was thinking about my nephews and niece who knew that I was going to run in a marathon (and so I thought, what would they think if their auntie didn't finish the run), or maybe because, I didn't want to let my bf down. All of those maybes. Oh well. I thought, I've started this, so might as well be done with it.

And so I did.


That's my mom in the picture ;) We're at the finishing line.

It's done. With less complain, but much much pain. Ouch.



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