My Sunday Morning

Last Sunday my husband and I ran in the Singtel’s 2012 Race Against Cancer 15 km event
Many were there to compete but I was there to complete my first 15 km run without collapsing

My husband and I usually take turns to jog because someone needs to be home to be with the kids
And due to his busy work schedule we usually end up jogging late at night

As much as I love running outdoors, I often end up in the most uninteresting boring place, on the treadmill

I never exceed the 1/2 hour limit whenever I am on it, the limit set for every machine in our gym
It is only during weekends that I get to sneak out for longer runs before the kids wake up

I love morning runs, during those balmy predawn hours where  you can smell the dew on the leaves

My husband and I used to jog together but such is a luxury we don’t have after the kids came along

So Sunday run was like a date for us, reliving the old days, and being the weekend that my husband celebrated his birthday, made it all the more meaningful

The morning was beautiful; the sky was clear; and the mood was light
We gathered at the starting point as the sun rose

There was laughter in the air and yet you could feel the nervousness in some
Presumably having the same knotty feeling in the stomach that I was feeling

Doesn’t matter if what I really wished for was a sunless cloudy morning and that I was clad in the most unsporty, perhaps even inappropriate top

You see, I had wanted to wear something pink, but it had totally slipped my mind
I only remembered on the night before the run, while out having late night coffee at the airport
I made a dash to a nearby shop, 10 minutes before it closed and grabbed the pinkiest thing I could find there

A hot pink sphagetti strap singlet that cost less than 10 bucks was what I got

Then my beautician had to give me a new cream and in my vanity, I slapped on copious amounts on my face
Under the blazing sun, the cream reached flash point
The cream, on my face, literally combusted spontaneously during the run
Leaving me at the end, in a pinker state than my shocking pink top

After what seemed like forever of roasting under the hot sun, we crossed the finish line
Our timing … 1 hour 51 min

And before I continued to ramble on about how ill-prepared I was and how great if everything was better planned, I was reminded that this run really isn’t about all these

It isn’t about how inappropriate my outfit was
or how I should have spared my face from the new cream

It isn’t even about the timing we took to finish the run
or how we should have trained better


It was a beautiful morning and we were there for reasons larger than ourselves
To honour those who had fought
To celebrate those who had won
To remember those who had lost
To cheer those who are still fighting

I was solemnly reminded of this man’s wife, my mum’s neighbour, my friend’s dad, my brother-in-law’s mum … Fighters and winners in my life


Please head over here if you wish to make a donation to the Singapore Cancer Society



Race Against Cancer – Me, Jogging and The Miracle Ball

Between us, it is a love-hate affair
We have come a long way
For a long while since I became a mum
It has been my regular touch point with my sanity
An escape to paradise
and the surest way to lift me up

It’s a private affair
No one comes in between
Not even my beloved husband

For the time belongs to us
And the dwelling is on me
A little reflection
A little trimming
A little restoring
All at my own pace and not anyone else’s

And the beautiful thing is
It’s free, totally

Even so it remains a battle
A battle fought and won

Then an excruciating pain in the knee kept me at bay for the longest time
A slap in my face for it has always been a belief
that such is an excuse for the feeble minded

I couldn’t jog
I limped
I couldn’t swim
and staircase became my worst nightmare

Elders sauntering down stairs
are like women on stiletto heels
I respect

Bleakness, gloominess and desolation gripped me
I couldn’t fathom how that dainty lady maintian her sanity
without having to clock a single mile in her life
A life I would never live to have

It was at that darkest moment
a miracle bestowed

Who would have thought
A hardy spikey ball was all it takes
to fix it all


And so I fought
and won again
and return to the land of bountiful goodness


Note :  Come this Sunday on the 22 Jul 2012 I will be doing my first running event.
It will be a 15 km run, the longest I ever did in a go, with Singtel’s 2012 Race Against Cancer
I could have gotten this post out earlier but there was always this lingering fear that the pain would return and perhaps I could still pull out

The pain did return and it still hurts after each run but I am constantly working at it with my mirracle ball
And I have decided that this shall be a committment to keep as the pain I am feeling is nothing compared to what these cancer patients have gone through.

So see you at the run if you had signed up, if not it would be great if you could hop over here to make a donation to the Singapore Cancer Society
I know your donation, big or small, would be greatly appreciated

This is not a sponsored nor an advertorial post


Finding the Right Stuff

Home is a rented space
We reckoned that it’s too expensive to buy a house and leave it empty when we travel
and it’s too unbearable to let some thoughtless tenant wreck our home that was lovingly and painstakingly built and created
Since it’s a temporary space, we did not put in much effort to do up the place
We have the necessary furniture, the bed, the sofa and some shelves for storage

I decided on a white leather L-shaped sofa for the house while my husband was away when we first came back from overseas
It was something I thought I always wanted
The sofa fits nicely into the living area
but it was kind of too big for everyone and wasn’t nearly as comfy as we thought it would be
We ended up sitting on the bean bag and the floor most of the time

Even with the not so right sofa
Our home was a decent one
We loved the space

We started to accumulate stuff
Stuff that weren’t necessary but somehow still found a place in the house

Soon, more things began to clutter our space
But we got accustomed to the clutter and stop noticing it

We still love our somewhat cluttered space and we still have the not so right sofa

Then recently we sold away the sofa
It was a relief
We were excited about the new reclaimed space and thought
Yay ! the kids can now scooter and ride in the the house

The kids would sit on their proang chairs to read their books or watch TV
They would run around the house and play catch
The living area became a play area for them

With the new claimed space, our home now look empty and bare
But still cluttered

We began to spend less time sitting around in the living area
Perhaps of the clutter
Or perhaps the house was too bare
Or maybe because the bean bag had grown too old and saggy

Home just don’t seem right even with the space we love and without the not so right sofa

Then one day we decided to do something about it
and stop living for the day when we will move

We threw away what we thought we knew
and tried something new

We bought a new sofa
placed it right in the middle of the living room
squeezed in 2 tall shelves at the back
and a coffee table in front

We divided the living room into 3 sections and used up all the space we love, something we would never had done
We even bought a new easel for the kids, one which we had always liked but thought would clutter the house

In 2 days, we totally transformed our living area
It was as if we had moved into a new house
and we totally love it

Apart from saying how much we adore IKEA
We realised that sometime we should just throw caution to the wind

In this case, it is not just about hogging the space we love, clinging on to old dogma
It is about finding the right stuff to fill it up, trying out something different even if it is beyond our imagination





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