We are not required to wear a mask when we run in Singapore. But when I caught a bug at the end of March and had to undergo testing for Covid19, I decided that I should mask up when I hit the pavement. So, April running was re-learning how to breathe differently while running. I cherish the time outdoors, so no complaints.Continue reading “The Changing Seasons: April 2020”
I used to chase shaded paths on my runs, a respite from the strong Singaporean sun & humid heat. Nowadays, I seek out the least pedastrianed paths. I avoid the Gardens next door when it used to be one of my go-to routes, as well as many other familiar curcuits as they are plied by fellow runners, walkers & cyclists.Continue reading “where do small roads lead us?”
A trip to Bangkok would not be complete without a run in Lumpini Park, or a visit with my favourite Botero-esque tribute to womanhood. Continue reading “fly with the wind without wings”
May has been a month of much reduced writing (in the wake of April’s month of Poetry Writing), lots of recreational baking (read: baked goods consuming). Also a great deal of marvelling & cheering my Dogged Dad on as he recuperates from his ICU ordeal. Continue reading “The Changing Seasons: May 2019”
One of the challenges as a parent, and indeed, as a participant in this world, is making the choice between the comfort of routine and the zen of going with the flow. As you would have undoubtedly experienced, most of us live somewhere in between these two ideals. Continue reading “The Changing Seasons, August 2018”
One of my favorite cityscapes as I run the bicycle path between Lumpini and Benjakitty Parks in Bangkok this week.
My contribution to Debbie’s One Word Sunday, Afar.
Found myself along the Bukit Timah Hill portion of The Green Corridor this morning. I have run past these railway track remnants many times before, but looking at them from a different angle gave me pause for a smile. Thank you, Debbie, for hosting this One Word Sunday Challenge. Continue reading “5 Minutes with a Railway Remnant”
Running is a metaphor for how I want to tackle life: the odds may be against me, but I will try anyway.
I was chatting some years ago with a Runner Friend, back before I ran regularly. She was extolling the joys of running and my excuse: I am so short & stout (contrasting with her tall & lanky build), how on earth am I supposed to be running? She said soothingly to me that her running friends were of different sizes and physiques. I was somewhat mollified by our conversation, although somewhat incredulous.
I still wouldn’t consider myself a serious runner: I don’t run far, I don’t run long, I don’t compete. But I am serious about my running. I made a start when I was approaching 30 because I was struggling with the mortality of my life (my mid-life crisis came early). I figured if I was ever struck down by a debilitating illness, being healthy would be an advantage. I also thought the discipline of pushing myself one more step would be helpful if I ever needed to fight for my life.
Just about 20 years later, this was all called to test. The Hospitalisation and The Subsequent Rehabilitation called up all the fitness reserve and determination I had built up. Having to re-learn how to walk in the hospital on account of deteriorated muscles, and then rebuilding the stamina which pneumonia had depleted. The promise of running again became my life line.
It has been almost 9 months since I left the hospital. My runs are no longer frenetic goal-driven outings. I am enjoying my rambles and zen moments again. For peace of mind and a sense of freedom, there is no where I’d rather be than out on a run, wherever that takes me.
I am not so naive to think I that I can do this indefinitely; both my athletic parents have had to exchange their sporting passions for less vigorous cardiopulmonary, muscle-maintaining pursuits. But for as long as I can, I will hit that pavement.
- The Feature Photo was taken in Bangkok on the Cycle/Pedestrian Overpass linking Lumpini & Benjakitti Parks in January 2018.
- This post is written in response to my searching through my archives – something which I have decided to do once a month this year.
Morning runs are one of my highlights when in Bangkok. In a city where traffic starts to build up by 7:30am, we discovered this oasis some years back: Benjakiti Park (pictured above), where in a small space, one could run in relative silence, detached from the smog and traffic noises just beyond. There are several such park oases in Bangkok: Lumpini, Benchasiri and Benjakiti. Continue reading “Silence in Bangkok: Peaceful Morning Runs”
I haven’t had a good mud run in a long long time. So much so that I actually considered putting my shoes through the washing machine, to my Loving Husband’s chagrin.
Breaking patterns and doing something quite different is good for one’s soul, if not for keeping shoes clean. When the road seems never-ending and fatigue starts to set in, it is time to do something completely different. The anxiety over breaking routine, followed by the exhilaration of the novelty; result: invigoration! Continue reading “Run in the mud: Nanowrimo Update Day 20”