This inaugural run was held on Sept 11, the 3rd anniversary of the 911 incident. I am beginning to like half-marathons because it challenges my fear of enduring and completing the distance. After running twice in this category, my apprehension seems to have lessened and this translates to unhealthy low mileage and irregular long runs. Such laziness does not augur well to race preparation.
Training
I only did 2 LSD (long slow distance), if one can consider them as long runs: 90 mins and 83mins a week before the race covering distances of 13 and 11 kms respectively. Compared to KLIM 2005 training, I was practically running every session between 70-100 mins.
4 days before the race, I went to the gym to do some light workout. There was this new “step machine” that simulates the leg running motion and it was perfect since it was impactless. I spent 20 minutes on it and later learn to regret it!
Race day
Set my alarm clock at 4a.m but woke up at 2:50 a.m. due to a very dry throat. Rolled on the bed for the next hour and finally got up. Left home at 5:45 a.m. This would be Mee Peng’s first visit to Putrajaya.
4 Toilets and 60 Angry Runners
As usual, once I reach the site I looked for the washroom. Went to the mosque but was not allowed entry and was directed to the starting line. To my horror, there were only 4 mobile toilets: 2 for Men and 2 for Women! The queue was 15 runners long! Why do the organizers keep repeating the same mistakes? For heavens sake, there are 8,000 participants not including non-runners in this major event. Don’t they do capacity planning?
An official saw the situation and came over to inform the runners to go to the basement food court, as there are more toilets there. This responsible official instead got cursed by an impatient runner who replied, “Why the fxxk didn’t you tell us earlier?!”. I honestly think it was no fault of the helpful official but that of higher authority.
Putra Bridge
As I entered the barricade, I could hear people complaining about the toilet allocation. Moved right to the back to get some air. Look around for familiar faces then Jamie appeared and said “Ah! PM members come lets take some photos”. Draco and Ronnie join in the group photo. Tey who was sporting a new digital camera, seems to be having a whale of a time photographing the event.
The PAIN
A few PMs (Pacemakers) were heard saying “Easy run ya, take it easy only lah…”. The gunshot fired and PM1 scamper to the front while we laughed. I kept to the left most side of the 3-lane road. Everybody seems to be starting at a faster than normal pace. After 100 meters, something was not right. Both my legs were aching! My toes and forefeet felt sore – a result of the gym workout on the new step machine that I have mentioned earlier! In fact, sporadic parts of my legs felt lethargic. I have never felt this way so early in a race before.
Kilometer 1
The km distance markers were informative. I clocked 5:46mins in the first km and told myself to slowdown, as this is not a 10k race coupled with the unpredictable leg condition.
A senior veteran runner probably in his early 50s stopped a passing ambulance and asked for oxygen. I was afraid he might be suffering from a heart attack or some other ailment.
Bouncing Distraction
Somewhere after km 4, the route u turn and I ran the opposite direction where I could see the tail end of the runners. There were 2 attractive Chinese lady runners pacing together, one of them had her front bouncing up and down. It was obvious enough for the guys on my side of the road to start ogling and teasing. {Later Mee Peng relayed to me (I missed the scene) she saw it herself at the finishing line where everybody including the religious ones stared at her low cut vest and wondered if she deliberately choose not to wear a sports bra or was she actually braless?}
By 8 a.m. the sun had risen from the East. Though it was not blazing hot, the barren land with no trees or highland offers no shade or scenery for the runners. The numerous solid steel bridges looked a bit odd in an area where development is not fully materialized.
Fortunately, water stations were located at close intervals of 3-4 kms. After learning my lesson from the KLIM 2005 run, I made sure I hydrate at every drink stop.
My legs were not moving as comfortably as I would have expected. The nagging aches were a nuisance. I was not relishing this race.
Tried to look for pacer(s) to change the boredom. Found a ponytail and D004. D004 seems like a steady pacer. Ponytail was faster and soon I lost sight of her. D004 was agile on the uphill where I lost ground despite my efforts to close the gap going down the slope. I use such mind tactics to maintain pace.
Mid-race
There were a few of us treading leads: The Bidor kaki runner, a red vest “Taipei” Marathoner, 2 balding grey hair muscular senior veteran pacing together, a plump loud Grunter his rhythmic "Er!.... Er!.... Er!" sounded as if he is being whipped to run, a lady running with full-sized headphones like the ones found in studio recording. Next time I will bring my Sennheiser. There was this strange male Malay runner with long curly hair right down to his waist! He used only one pin on his back bib. I think he is the same eccentric runner whom I have seen in other races wearing jeans and boots but always finish strongly but why is he walking this time?
Worse than double hill
The route was undulating. I have no idea what terrain was in front of me – difficult to sustain a pace. There were so many types of uphill! Some steep, some long, some 270 degrees highway slopes; you name it Putrajaya has it.
In my opinion, this kind of route is excellent for training but tormenting for racing. I clocked 63mins at the 10th kilometer mark, which was consistent with KLIM 2005.
Last 4 kms
Ponytail who lead earlier, reappeared and seemed to have slowed down. Slowly I overtook her and had a feeling I could finish strongly but it was otherwise.
The last 2 uphills were the killer. The circular Persiaran Sultan Salehuddin gradual uphill final stretch seems endless. I could hardly move a step further. My blood pressure must have measured an all time high. At least 15 runners overtook me in the final 2kms. Headphone lady was back, easily overtook me. The headphones had a charging effect on her. I just could not muster any more energy. I grimaced and wondered how does one complete a full 42-km marathon?
1 km to the finishing line, there was yet another water station. I excused myself to stop not so much to grab a drink but to rest! Continued slogging and heard somebody exclaimed “Oi! Faster! Faster!” it was Ben walking back to his car, managed to slur a few words to ask what was his timing of which he replied 1:48. A few 100 meters further Jamie shouted “Alrite Cheong, go for it!” I gulped and uttered “dying…”. Saw Justin who also cheered me on.
Manage to overtake 2 A-group runners and sprinted the last 50 meters. For the first time, I raised my arms in relief to commemorate the end of a tough race. The official shooed me away when I tried to ask for my position since PM website request for such results. I finished 2:19:36.
Overall
I must admit this is one heck of an arduous run. 1.5 hours after the run, while I was driving around SEA Park, PJ looking for a coffee shop to have breakfast I suddenly felt nauseous and wanted to throw up. It was close to noon – I have not eaten. After a bowl of low shee fun (noodles) and cold shower, I recovered.
Read somewhere “No Pain No Gain. Pain is my friend”. It better be right because PJ Half-Marathon is the following Sunday.
Putra Bridge
As I entered the barricade, I could hear people complaining about the toilet allocation. Moved right to the back to get some air. Look around for familiar faces then Jamie appeared and said “Ah! PM members come lets take some photos”. Draco and Ronnie join in the group photo. Tey who was sporting a new digital camera, seems to be having a whale of a time photographing the event.
The PAIN
A few PMs (Pacemakers) were heard saying “Easy run ya, take it easy only lah…”. The gunshot fired and PM1 scamper to the front while we laughed. I kept to the left most side of the 3-lane road. Everybody seems to be starting at a faster than normal pace. After 100 meters, something was not right. Both my legs were aching! My toes and forefeet felt sore – a result of the gym workout on the new step machine that I have mentioned earlier! In fact, sporadic parts of my legs felt lethargic. I have never felt this way so early in a race before.
Kilometer 1
The km distance markers were informative. I clocked 5:46mins in the first km and told myself to slowdown, as this is not a 10k race coupled with the unpredictable leg condition.
A senior veteran runner probably in his early 50s stopped a passing ambulance and asked for oxygen. I was afraid he might be suffering from a heart attack or some other ailment.
Bouncing Distraction
Somewhere after km 4, the route u turn and I ran the opposite direction where I could see the tail end of the runners. There were 2 attractive Chinese lady runners pacing together, one of them had her front bouncing up and down. It was obvious enough for the guys on my side of the road to start ogling and teasing. {Later Mee Peng relayed to me (I missed the scene) she saw it herself at the finishing line where everybody including the religious ones stared at her low cut vest and wondered if she deliberately choose not to wear a sports bra or was she actually braless?}
By 8 a.m. the sun had risen from the East. Though it was not blazing hot, the barren land with no trees or highland offers no shade or scenery for the runners. The numerous solid steel bridges looked a bit odd in an area where development is not fully materialized.
Fortunately, water stations were located at close intervals of 3-4 kms. After learning my lesson from the KLIM 2005 run, I made sure I hydrate at every drink stop.
My legs were not moving as comfortably as I would have expected. The nagging aches were a nuisance. I was not relishing this race.
Tried to look for pacer(s) to change the boredom. Found a ponytail and D004. D004 seems like a steady pacer. Ponytail was faster and soon I lost sight of her. D004 was agile on the uphill where I lost ground despite my efforts to close the gap going down the slope. I use such mind tactics to maintain pace.
Mid-race
There were a few of us treading leads: The Bidor kaki runner, a red vest “Taipei” Marathoner, 2 balding grey hair muscular senior veteran pacing together, a plump loud Grunter his rhythmic "Er!.... Er!.... Er!" sounded as if he is being whipped to run, a lady running with full-sized headphones like the ones found in studio recording. Next time I will bring my Sennheiser. There was this strange male Malay runner with long curly hair right down to his waist! He used only one pin on his back bib. I think he is the same eccentric runner whom I have seen in other races wearing jeans and boots but always finish strongly but why is he walking this time?
Worse than double hill
The route was undulating. I have no idea what terrain was in front of me – difficult to sustain a pace. There were so many types of uphill! Some steep, some long, some 270 degrees highway slopes; you name it Putrajaya has it.
In my opinion, this kind of route is excellent for training but tormenting for racing. I clocked 63mins at the 10th kilometer mark, which was consistent with KLIM 2005.
Last 4 kms
Ponytail who lead earlier, reappeared and seemed to have slowed down. Slowly I overtook her and had a feeling I could finish strongly but it was otherwise.
The last 2 uphills were the killer. The circular Persiaran Sultan Salehuddin gradual uphill final stretch seems endless. I could hardly move a step further. My blood pressure must have measured an all time high. At least 15 runners overtook me in the final 2kms. Headphone lady was back, easily overtook me. The headphones had a charging effect on her. I just could not muster any more energy. I grimaced and wondered how does one complete a full 42-km marathon?
1 km to the finishing line, there was yet another water station. I excused myself to stop not so much to grab a drink but to rest! Continued slogging and heard somebody exclaimed “Oi! Faster! Faster!” it was Ben walking back to his car, managed to slur a few words to ask what was his timing of which he replied 1:48. A few 100 meters further Jamie shouted “Alrite Cheong, go for it!” I gulped and uttered “dying…”. Saw Justin who also cheered me on.
Manage to overtake 2 A-group runners and sprinted the last 50 meters. For the first time, I raised my arms in relief to commemorate the end of a tough race. The official shooed me away when I tried to ask for my position since PM website request for such results. I finished 2:19:36.
Overall
I must admit this is one heck of an arduous run. 1.5 hours after the run, while I was driving around SEA Park, PJ looking for a coffee shop to have breakfast I suddenly felt nauseous and wanted to throw up. It was close to noon – I have not eaten. After a bowl of low shee fun (noodles) and cold shower, I recovered.
Read somewhere “No Pain No Gain. Pain is my friend”. It better be right because PJ Half-Marathon is the following Sunday.
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