Lets Make It Matter. 2013 Walkathon

Have you ever had that situation that you know what you are about to do will land you in some sort of pain?

Like when you saw that dress hanging out on a windowsill and knowing that its gonna dry your pockets for the whole month, but you go out and get it anyway? And wonder for months later if it was worth it.

It was with this mind that I bravely decided to take my injury out to test.

Now before you go ‘what the fishes’, let me explain. We have this team called the Wellness Board at the place where I work. The M decided that the employees need to be more healthy and this team’s scope is to arrange for ‘healthy activities with mental and physical wellbeing objectives’. They have done a pretty good job so far, we have Treasure Hunts all over KL(mostly in malls but malls are a healthy way to spend one’s time according to most Malaysians anyway) and we have also had Amazing race events over the past few years where the participants get to eat cockroaches and climb on coconut trees.

Just saying. Personally, I have never participated in any amazing race before. Fear of zombie roaches you know.

So today, the team decided on a 4.5km walk out and around Cyberjaya. Having the participants prepped in the morning by some Health Freak Instructor- I mean c’mon, jumping jacks at 7am? I wonder what he did at 5am when he woke up? We proceeded to trail off to the entrance of our blue and grey building. Thankfully the sky was overcast and it was a cool day to have the walk

I am still not sure on the reason but the men got to start the walk. The ladies categories followed suit 15 minutes later and 100meters into the walk, my dearest injury decided it had enough. Maybe an idea in the pool the day before wasn’t such a good one but I wasn’t going to let the injury decide on my fate today!

As most of the other participants went by and ML and I were left to chew on  their dust, we noticed we had another person right on front of us who was keeping our pace. About 3kms into the walk and 30 minutes into ML’s Kuantan stories(non-stop, I think ML thought this was a story telling competition), the lady decided to slow her pace.

Now I know what its like being the last one in that line and looking back and seeing nothing but your own dust biting you back, so ML and I decided to keep pace with her. The ambulance and guards decided to keep pace with us too, and I must say, we proved to be quite a sight reaching the finishing line with all the extra escorts.

It was almost at the end that the Lady turned and practically thanked us for keeping pace with her. It was her first time going the distance and she felt like she did accomplish something for herself and said to us that it was good not be alone at the end of the line.

I have never been more proud of myself as a human being. I swear even ML grew 10 inches.

So I guess at the end of the day,we each have our own battles to fight and own reasons for doing what we do. But the grime and pain is worth it(especially knee injuries! Argh)

Even more so when you realize that there is someone right next to you, pushing you on.

Diplodocus

Sisters are a gods angels on earth.

The first time we do anything, can be the most joyous experience. Remember the first time you rode a bike? Or the first time you had ice cream? The first time you saw that sunrise in some long forgotten civilisation? Ok maybe that’s a bit over the top.

But it tends to stay with us, that first time experiences. No matter how hard you can try to forget, the one thing you cannot erase from your memory will be those firsts.

I remember the first time I met my sister, at how happy I was to discover that there was another human being  who could play with me. Teddies and dolls, and masak masak(which we play till today, eh Mrs Brown?). I had been living in Ipoh with the MonkeyCuz and longed to play with a girl my age, after all the robot and car games i was playing everyday.

Little did I know what a tomboy I would be meeting. At first we would fight and punch(she can throw quite a punch!) each other silly. It took a while for us to get along, and it probably happened after Flex had come into our lives.

The first time my dog Flex had found his way to our backyard and stole into our tiny hearts was on a Sunday morning while we were having breakfast. A tiny pup with brown fur and dark eyes looking up hopefully at the Diplodocus and in turn, her big brown eyes begging The Boss to keep the pup. That dog became a part of our lives that stayed  in our hearts till this day. And today, she has brought with her little Shimbhu the Guinea Pig, who is also as cute as a button.

I remember the first days she went to kindergarden. Tadika Ho, with her 2 tiny rabbit teeth sticking out and annoying me at every step of the way we took home when I had to bring her back. At least she combs her hair now.

Her first real home, rainbow houses, may they always be there waiting for you. And not forgetting her first beloved, Chemichu

I remember the  first time she fell in love, and we would have sleepless nights, whispering about the things she had said and done that day. Her sadness, fears and her joys became my own.

To the one person who I know I can share any secret with and would love and care for me no matter what I did. I have been truly blessed to have you in my life and heres to wishing Diplodocus a HappY 28^th birthday!

And as promised, heres to secret outings! Long live!