In the beginning

After countless times trying very hard to slam this QWERTY keyboard’s keys, I at this moment resolve myself to finally type. So, here it is. My first born article, more importantly the birth of running-crook BlogSpot! I guess, I have to properly introduce me self before everything else floods the way. I would reckon the flood would carry some politics, running, diving and life craps as it goes! Every now and then I suppose.

How do I start? Ok, I’ll put it this way, just bare with me, I’m trying to be witty (ha-ha-ha). I’m 28 years YOUNG male. I have a day job as ‘Mr. Anderson’ in a local company. And currently in this small yet uncultivated mind of mine, are running, diving, swimming, girls, food, music and money! Well who doesn’t?

Well, here I am. In my very own room, sticking my eye balls to a Word Processing Software, squeezing some bombastic word out from hemorrhage brain of mine. Back from breakfast outside after a morning run with a couple of friends. We were talking about running shoes, which we’ve been talking about since I can’t remember when. It has been a week since. Penang Bridge Marathon, where I had my first taste of 25KM! We’ve talk less about it. But inside, we both know, that is the only thing that has been lingering in our mind since we’ve crossed the finishing line. There’s no word that can describe those feelings. Yeah it is not just a feeling. There were plenty of them! Proud and joy were on top of the others, I would say.

Ever since, whenever we stumble upon each other, there’s a smile that only both of us knows what it means, on our faces. The smile that symbolizes satisfaction and pride, for all those lonely and painful night and day training, for all the sufferings that we have to deal when our knees, calves, hips and ankles doesn’t agree with the training plan. So please pardon me if you catch me smiling out of no reason.

Hey…hey…enough of me bragging about little things that nothing compare to whatever is happening in this world at the moment. There goes the introduction! LOL! I got to revisit the port-a-loo (as one of my respected running idol use to say)