Chicken Run

I decided to run barefooted. I removed my shoes. They said the lighter you get the faster you can run. On you mark, Get set, GO!!!!!I was the final runner for the team, in the baton relay and the spectators went wild, especially the supporters of Rumah Harimau. I spread my legs as wide as I could. There were times I felt like I was running in the air. I wished I could fly. I wished I could fly over the other 2 runners who were ahead of me reaching the finishing line. Every time I go for a run, I’d recall those moments. The moments of glory at the Secondary School’s Sports Day.

Last Wednesday, I went for a run again after quite a while. He agreed to come with me. I suppose our motivations were almost the same, only his is a bit stronger (I hope so). We got there a little past 6.30. It was still drizzling when we started to get on track. It was a good start, only after a few yards there was already ‘Abang Mat Salleh’ running from the other direction saying Hi to us. The adrenaline was frantically pumping.

We thought running on the track was not challenging enough, we attempted the difficult hilly track but it end up like a jungle trekking. Let’s just say that we were being extra cautious of the slippery track, worried that one of us would roll down like a ‘ Nangka busuk’ . Actually, I was more worried of the sight of him falling than I was worried of myself. Out of breath, we decided to enjoy the breathtaking view. We stopped for a ‘Mineral Water’ break and a toilet break. The toilet was so clean and quiet and I wondered if all the ‘naughty’ activities like those in Hyde Park happened here too.

We got on track again. This time we spotted an athletic figure running ahead of us. We tried to chase him but as we got a closer view of him, we were happy to let him outrun us. It was getting quite dark. We decided not to over exert our well pampered bodies mightily and before all the trees started to fight with us for oxygen we jogged back to our cars. I was glad that a plan that sparked from a casual chat really happened. Even it’s a small activity, I’m proud we made it. I’m happy that I’ve started to run again and I’m not running from what I’ve planned…………

Thanks to my jogging partner. The least I can say is - we are not some sort of chickens trapped behind the barbed wires fearing for our lives. We are chicks with a mission…………………..