Comrades Marathon 2017 and West Highland Way Race 2017...

By Frank

It has been 3 months since my 6th Comrades and 2 months since my second West Highland Way Race. Sorry my race report took so long but here it's goes and it will be really a quick one.

COMRADES MARATHON 2017

The Comrades Marathon doesn't get easier nor tougher. However, the course and also the unpredictable weather will throw everything at the runner if one runs it under prepared. After 5 years of improvement, I was one of the under prepared runners this year. Yes, I did complete my 6th Comrades but like the tagline Zinekele, it really took everything out of me despite being my favoured "Up" run.

The run got underway at a rather warm morning at 5.30AM sharp on 4 June 2017 where together with some 17,031 runners, we started our journey just outside the Durban City Hall. I started from the "H" seeding and took me about 5 minutes to cross the start gantry before I slowly started my run. This is also my first time running with my phone and hence there will be some photo galore and at the same time Facebook Live. Everything went well and my muscles warmth up by the time I arrived at the highway where I was reunited with Selva and we continued on together.

One for the album with Caroline.

Team Malaysia for 2017.

Starting from the last seeding, H.

I had fun running with Selva as our pace was pretty even. And when dawn decided to break, it was fun time as I took out my phone and did a little Facebook Live. We ran together for about 30KM till Botha's Hill when my legs began to tire. Told Selva to go ahead without me as he was feeling strong as I slowly picked myself up moving forward slowly. With the incredible crowd support, I regain my run despite walking in between.

Going into Pinetown together with Selva.

The very steep Fields Hill.

I kept reminding myself to get to halfway Drummond where I shall meet up with Manette there. As I near Drummond and with the rolling hills behind me now, passing the Wall of Honour and Arthur's Seat in the process, I pick up my pace a little as the profile began to drop as Drummond is located within a valley, The Valley Of A 1,000 Hills. Indeed it sound scary and I knew what lies ahead, which is to climb out of it via the mighty Inchanga. But the good thing was that being the halfway point of the the race, the crowd support here was awesome.

The Wall of Honour.

Arthur's Seat.

Manette wasn't at her usual spot this year as I was informed by her before hand. She will be somewhere along Inchanga, about a Kilometer or so after the halfway mark. I kept pushing myself hoping to see her soon. And while doing so, I was also paying attention to see if David was around for we have met here for the past 5 years.

Soon, I spotted a red tent indicating the Roodies support station where Manette was. It was great to catch up with her while I rested and took in some biltong and also some savories before continuing on.

With Manette who had been helping me at halfway since 2012. Dankie!

Although I conquered Inchanga, my legs were pretty thrashed up and was struggling to move fast as cramps was slowly settling in. Am not sure if it was the correct decision, but I sat down a couple of times to give them a rest which may have caused them to tighten up. And at Harrison's Flat, this is where I met David. A little late this year but we still bump into each other. Tried to stick with him together with one of the bus driver but my legs couldn't hod on and I had to let them go. Nevertheless, I pushed myself on with rest ahead at one of the Fourways tent.

Finally met David at Harrisons Flat.

Camperdown is all red with Coca Cola supporting here.

Passing Camperdown where the NedBank Green Mile has been replaced by the Coca Cola "Red Mile" this time, I began to surge a little but it did not last as the cramps were getting bad, both legs to be exact. Almost toppled to the side a few times but I managed to balance myself. The buffer time I have built was slowly disappearing and I told myself to get my sorry state to Polly Shortts as soon as possible.

Ashburton also known as Little Polly was the appetiser of the final big climb ahead. With the Comardes app on my phone not working, I started to panic not knowing if I have sufficient time to meet the cut-off. Perhaps the support car knew of my thoughts and just before Polly Shortts, came them with the cut-off time clearly indicated on their windows. I had slightly under an hour and that was certainly a relieve at that time.

Another Kilometer till Polly Shortts.

I still needed to push ahead for I know it will be tough even after Polly Shortts and that time may not be enough if taken lightly. I literary walked up Polly Shortts and slowly settle into a jog just before hitting the top. The energy was strong there and the long straight with mild rolling hills was on the horizon. 7KM remains.

A couple of Kilometers later, unlike previous years where runners just ran straight, we turned left. I have to admit it make things a little easier as most of it was descending. I tried pushing as hard as possible, but perhaps a little too hard as both legs were then resisting to move. Time was running out and despite the distance markers, it was my first time on this route, I do not know how far and what other hills lies ahead.

The promise I given myself that I will complete Comrades no matter the pain I will endure, I told myself to keep calm and continue hobbling forward. It ain't the ain't till it's the end. Many were struggling around me but we all push forward. The pain will be over soon and with 1KM to go, I picked myself up. The crowd was helping to push everyone forward as time ticks away. Ad as the sun slowly sets on the horizon, the Scotsville race course appeared.

And just when I thought everything will soon be over, as per my previous years where just before entering the stadium, I took out the Jalur Gemilang. But this is where the "main menu" was served where both my legs decides to cramp up big time. Grabbing the flag tightly with one hand and using the other to try to balance myself, I toppled to the side. No, I did not fall to the ground as my right arm supported my ailing self, but I thought that this was it. About 8 minutes was all I left between a successful finish or a DNF. All other runners zoomed into the race course and myself do not know how far ahead still.

"Keep calm keep calm. Shake it off! It won't be a DNF after 87KM", as I reminded myself. Pick myself up, stood up, look up and took my first step since falling to the side. Hobbled and limped myself and soon on one end of the race course, I finally saw the finish gantry. And the the final straight came and with the official timer hanging over the gantry showing 4 more minutes, I knew at that time, that I made it home safely. 11:54:56 hours in position 13,314 was what it took me to finish my 6th Comrades. which really destroyed me as it took every single will and energy out of me to overcome my demons. But despite my worse ever time, I had a sense of relieve and achievement. Comrades to me will never be a race, but rather a journey.

Just after collecting my medal and badge, I was reunited with Caroline who finished just ahead of me. Both of us were really tired and feeling thrashed from the race but we still managed to get a quick photo taken before we had to bid each other farewell as she had a plane to catch to return to Johannesburg. I also bump into Manette who was waiting for her husband who completed his 20th Comrades for his second green. Awesome! Then just before climbing the dreaded red bridge, it was Pierre who sadly had to pull out of the race.

It was a painful climb at the red bridge where I suffered massive cramps on both my calves again causing me to sit down blocking the walking path. But glad all runners were fine with it and some even offered a helping hand. Eventually after resting, I managed to get myself to the international tent and was reunited with Selva who ran a sub 11 hours for a bronze! Congrats!

I was in a lot of pain as standing was really painful but sitting causes cramps. And I was feeling cold too as temperature began to cool with the sun already set. Selva assisted me and got my tote bag where I had extra clothing. And after an hour of rest, we both took a slow walk to the bus station to catch the bus back to Durban where it was a slow journey due to heavy traffic. But both of us was almost knock out during the journey and after arriving back in Durban, I had to walk a pretty far distance, almost 2 miles back to Belaire. And from there, it was a well deserve rest and comes a conclusion to my sixth Comrades.

* Selva who had been part of my 2014, 2015 and this year's 2017 Comrades sadly passed away 27 June 2017, 3 weeks after completing his third Comrades. Thank you Selva for the memories and we all at Team Malaysia will continue the run for you! Rest in peace! Shosholoza!

Thank you Selva.

WEST HIGHLAND WAY RACE 2017

3 weeks after Comrades Marathon, my adventure continued at the West Highland Way Race. And like Comrades, I went int this race under prepared and again, it punished me. Almost a week spent at Tydnrum for some final preparation covering 100KM in wet weather conditions, it gave me a little extra confidence. But boy, I was wrong for the weather on race day had it's own plans.

Kept a low profile on this race too and only shared my live tracker with a handful of really close friends to avoid being "laughed" at. *tsk tsk...

I got to Milngavie from Glasgow just before 9PM with Chris whom I bumped into on board the train. We were first to get there and even the race pack collection was not ready yet. The familiar faces from Ian Beattie, Sandra and Sean were already there. And when everything got underway where collection was a breeze, I did a little of the tourist thingy visiting the starting area before meeting and catching up with Alexa. Alexa who supported me last year was part of another team this year whom I met a little while later.

Mr. and Mrs. Race Director.

Alexa, always part of the team.

The legendary Norma Borne.

I rested and in a while later, Angela and Tom arrived. Chee Kong will join up the next day from Tyndrum if everything goes as plan. I just rested while waiting for the race to start at 1AM and in the process, meeting up with my friends from John, Helen, Amanda, James, Fiona, Norma and many more. It was good to see them again.

My ever supportive friends, Tom and Angela. THANK YOU for doing this.

With James Stewart, WHWR 2016 champion.

At 12.30AM, a short race briefing by Ian and Sean got underway before 210 runners were all flagged off at 1AM sharp from Milngavie railway station. Like last year, I started from the front but was quickly passed by the faster runners. Rain was fore-casted an hour later but it never arrive which I was glad. Weather conditions at that time was great for me, neither too cold or humid, which means 2 top layers was what I needed. But things didn't started well as I felt bloated, though not a serious case and with careful management, I should be able to get shake it off.

I knew I wasn't as fast as last year which was part of my plan. I had to keep reminding myself to take it easy for the first half and to arrive at Bridge of Orchy feeling good, else it will be like last year. And with that mindset, everything went well as Noanie who was marshaling near Drymen called out to me in the dark as I slowly run towards the first big climb, Conic Hill.

Conic Hill ahead!

Despite a gloomy journey up Conic Hill this time, I was joined by Andrew Paterson as we made it to the top together before the weather started to show it's darker side as it began to rain together with strong wind blowing. Downhill wasn't my forte and I had to be careful from getting blown off while descending from Conic Hill which was slippery.

At Conic Hill overlooking the magnificent Loch Lomond.

After the technical section, I was back into the woods where the rain stopped for some reason and I knew the first checkpoint, Balmaha was just ahead where Angela and Tom will be waiting. I was 10 minutes slower than last year but it didn't matter and as planned, a bacon roll with a hot cup of black coffee was waiting, together with some midges. I guess the wind is keeping the midges from coming out at full force which was good news. Breakfast did help with the earlier bloatiness though it didn't get rid of it entirely. After all is done and with the gear checked, Angela walked me to the main road before I restarted my run towards the tough section of Rowardennan and Inversnaid along Loch Lomond.

First check point, Balmaha.

Bacon roll for breakfast.

Tackling Rowardennan together with Alan Kerr.

Climbing towards Rowardennan.

Weather was holding on as I continue to make my way and with hardly any issues. However, as I near Rowardennan, I got a little sick from my stomach's bloatiness which returned. Alexa was there waiting for her runner as we chatted for a while, while I rested. Noanie was there too.The good thing about Rowardennan this time was there were hardly any midges. I got better after a short rest and continue towards Inversnaid.

Arriving into Inversnaid.

Ruth welcomes me at Inversnaid.

The path towards Inversnaid will be the preview towards the next section and I had my gloves ready to take on the roots and big rocks which makes up the technical section. And soon, the sound of the waterfall followed by a white building came into view as Ruth together with part of the Mountain Rescue Team was there to welcome the runners. I was craving for something sweet as I salvage the leftovers from the faster runners where I took a bottle of refreshing Lucozade. Thank you to the runner who left it there! Was lucky it didn't act on my stomach and after a quick photo with Ruth and the others, I pushed towards the technical section where I called it the slowest 5 miles of the race where giant roots and rocks awaits. And yes, I meant giant as per compared to big I mentioned earlier.

The very technical Inversnaid along Loch Lomond.

Made it through Inversnaid with Niall.

I left with Alan Carr as we tackled the demanding section before I powered on as the gloves I had on helped a lot with the climbs. I survived the technical part and arrived at the open section where runners will have to climb towards Loch Lomond's end to be greeted with Dario's post. The rain came and went but despite that, I decided to strip down to my base layer which was a good decision made as I was overheating a little in 2 layers.

A moment with Dario's post.

Got to Dario's post and spent a little time there thanking the man who brought life to this event before I carry on towards Beignlas Farm. As I approach the check point, I was surprised to see John Kynaston there with his wife and also John Munro who was awaiting for Helen. John Kynaston pulled out of the race at Balmaha due to an injury sustain a couple of weeks ago.

With John Kynaston and his lovely wife, Katrina.

I arrived at Beinglas Farm with Angela and Tom welcoming me with Jeni who was supporting Sharon and John Duncan who was marshaling. Took in some minestrone soup and coffee for some calories and alertness for the next section along Clainrarich will be long and demanding due to long climbs. And just before leaving, I had a wee strong hug from all 4 of them but I have to say the one from John Duncan was hilarious, till my coffee was spilled. LOLz...

One for the album before leaving Beinglas Farm.

The journey to Auchtertyre via Clainrarich was an uphill battle for there will be long ascends. My legs started to tire and I took a short break at the same spot I did last year, removing my shoes to allow my toes to splay. And when I decided to continue on, the weather started to change and down came the rain. It started with a slight drizzle but that was only the preview of what is to come later.

I made it through Clainrarich crossing without much issue as the path wasn't too wash out from the drizzle but as I entered Ewich Forest, the drizzle became rain and soon, I was wet. I had to power on slowly and watch my core temperature as it slowly became cooler as after all, I am in the woods. And once I got to the opening and road crossing, I was already looking forward to be meeting Angela and Tom again, which I did eventually after arriving in Auchtertyre farm, got myself weight and into the support vehicle.

I rested in the support vehicle as the rain got heavier and also to keep myself warm. Had a tomato sandwich and hot cup of coffee as I rested which I think was little longer than what I had hope for. But the good thing was that the rain returned to drizzle and after a short catch up with Mark Cooper whom I met and ran with last year at Glencoe, I was feeling good again with Angela pacing me. She was training for her upcoming St. Cuthberts Way 100KM so all the running and walking she can get from here will certainly be helpful.

I was really happy to be able to run with Angela this time.

Just before exiting the farm, a familiar face suddenly appeared from a vehicle. It was Carolyn Hare, the Back 2 Endurance 2016's women's champion! Was great to see her albeit just for a short catch up. The weather turned for the better as I continued on towards Tyndrum with Angela where we both managed to run a little. Going pass By The Way, Kirsty wasn't around to greet us like last year and hence we continued towards Bridge of Orchy. Chee Kong called Angela later who arrived just after we left Tyndrum and said to be meeting us at Bridge of Orchy.

Everything was fine till the under pass, and with 5KM to go till we hit the checkpoint, the weather turned and began to show nature's darker side of things.Rain began to fall and the wind kept building on strength. My core temperature began to drop and seeing how I was struggling, Angela offered me her down jacket and plastic poncho to keep me warm. Seeing little effect it had on me, she hug me as we slowly move together hoping to transfer body heat into me. We were drenched from head to toe as we arrived at the train station where Chee Kong together with Mei-Ee and their little girls (in protective gears) was there waiting for us, as we all made our way into the Bridge of Orchy Hotel to keep warm.

Stomach was showing signs of acting up so I made my early deposit here before taking in 2 cup of hot chocolate which helped a lot. It was a long rest here before I put on some more extra layers of clothing as the journey towards Glencoe will be a long and tough one. Rain was still pouring and wind speed still building, I told Angela to push me as I lost nearly all of my buffer time I built on earlier. I was getting near to being cut-off, and I started to panic. I needed to get to Kinlochleven safely as that was the final cut off point.

Quickly, I got myself to the checkpoint and had my timing chip scanned before hustling on. With the cold condition, I had to keep moving to avoid my core temperature dropping. But moving has it's challenges for I can't keep a good balance for strong winds are blowing from almost every side. Kept reminding that every step forward brings me nearer to Fort William and my next target is to get to Jelly Baby Hills before Inveroran.

Got my sorry self to Jelly Baby Hill where Murdo was awaiting and grab 2 jelly baby candies before continuing on. Another 52KM to go as Jelly Baby Hill marks the 100KM distance of the entire West Highland Way. Descending downwards to Inveroran was quickly done before I got blown off from the highlands and it was a short easy run towards Victoria Bridge with Angela. Then Rannoch Moor began, where the big rocks will thrash most of the tired legs. Traction was poor too and my condition made it even worse.

Last year, most runners were getting burn here but this time round, I was shivering in the cold trying to keep balance and keep moving forward. Everything looks the same and I was in a miserable state. 2 runners, one of them a Finnish caught up and that took my mind away for a while as we spoke about Malaysia as he worked at Lumut before. That also gave Angela some "break" time away from me which I think she will appreciate as I just wasn't the runner she knew. Not that I was grumpy, but it will take a lot to support someone weak like myself.

The duo was stronger in cold conditions and they went ahead while I continued to struggle. Glencoe Ski Resort was near when Chee Kong appeared on the horizon and together, dragged my sorry self to the checkpoint, got my timing chip scanned by the concern marshals and into the resort to keep warm.

Yet another cup of hot chocolate to bring my core temperature up before I was "freshen" up. Lorna McMillan who was part of the volunteers here was concerned as I believe I looked pale. Alexa was here too. I wanted another drink and opt for a mocha but it was really terrible. I believe it was just coffee added with some chocolate powder. I slowly sipped on it just to keep warm. Alison McLaren who was Niall McLaren's wife whom I ran along with along Inversnaid was there too and offered me some chips. And surprisingly, I had the appetite and ate everything of it which literally saved my race, else Lorna and even Angela will have pulled me out.

Slowly put on more layers and this time, I had 6 layers on the top, and 3 layers for the bottom. Chee Kong's waterproof shell may have added another top layer but the size was just too big and the wind speed which was up to 50MPH will drag me off balance. With everything in place, I was in for another round of torture towards Kinlochleven. But first, it's to conquer the Devil's Staircase first, and this time, it was Chee Kong's turn to pace me as Angela deserves a well deserved rest.

My last photo from my GoPro when I was still feeling all right just before leaving Glencoe.

Immediately out of Glencoe Ski Resort, I was already feeling cold and drenched again as the weather continued on for the worse. But at least I was feeling not too bad after the rest and managed to run a little as I got myself to the foot of the Devil Staircase. It was getting dark and my condition was back to the bad shape earlier. I had to stop a few times to cough it out while ascending the steepest climb of the run. But as I got to the top in the dark, the reward was a can of Pepsi as there was an honesty shop there. Despite being cold and wet, the carbonated drink did help a little especially in bringing back the taste in my mouth.

Descending was very tricky as conditions were like a mini stream flowing downwards into Kinlochleven. The rocks were slippery and I had to watch where I step on and one silly mistake will send me tumbling down which I made. I knew I shouldn't step on the large smooth rock but still I did which caused me to fall on my bum which somehow sent my head torch flying off my head. During the fall, I've used my weaker left arm to support myself which caused some bruising on my palm but somehow which I don't know how, my left knee took quite a big knock. Got stun for a while as Chee Kong helped me up. Disorientated for a moment, I readjusted my gear especially my head torch before continuing on with a sore left knee and bum. But I was still determined. Get myself to Kinlochleven within the cut off time, and I will have plenty of time to drag my sorry self to the finish.

Made it to the woods without any further mishaps and we were shielded from the rain and wind here before a very chatty Sharon Hassan and her pacer Alan Cormack caught up. We moved together and it was absolutely great to have their company as we moved together till the checkpoint where once again Angela and Tom was there to greet me.

Had my weight check and immediately I went into the hall to catch a quick nap which eventually became half an hour's nap. Dod Reid was worried about my condition as again I look pale and shivering from the cold. Ate some watermelon and hot minestrone soup which gave me back some colour to my face and that again save my race. Once I am ready, Dod gave me the green light to continue on with Chee Kong pacing me towards Lundavra.

Climbing out from Kinlochleven through the woods, I was passed by a very positive Fiona Rennie with her pacer. And once out of it at the top, it was the long dreaded stretch of Lairig Moor made of never ending horizons and also tiny wet crossings. It was miserable and the weather despite the wind slowing down, was still raining. I was cold, I was wet and I was sleepy. So sleepy that I fell asleep standing twice and Chee Kong had to wake me up.

I can't wait for the view of the mountain rescue team of Patricia Carvalho and Jeff Smith to appear on the horizon and surprisingly, they did, much earlier compared to last year. Exiting from their vehicle and quickly came to my aid, I told them that I wanted a 5 minutes nap in the vehicle which was quickly turned down by Chee Kong. With no choice, I took a short rest only had a cup of Dr. Pepper before continuing on as it will still be a distance away as they were stationed midway this time.

Dawn was on the horizon as I finally saw Lundavra. I arrived and caught a quick glimpse of Sharon and Alan just about to leave. Angela was already ready to pace me till Fort William but my body, or rather head had something else in mind. I needed to sleep. Angela allowed me and I was really grateful. 10 minutes nap became 20 minutes but the rain did not stop. I knew I had to continue despite the body retaliating.

Got out of the car after bidding Chee Kong and Tom farewell, and I continue on for the final 10KM. The ground condition was slippery and muddy from the rain as forestry works was underway. Despite feeling really wasted, tired and sleepy, I was determined to get out of the forest quickly for the final 5KM will then be on the tarmac. I felt really sorry but yet grateful to Angela for being with me in these conditions cause I know supporting me is one really tough job. But she did not complain a single bit and kept giving me all the support she can.

Eventually, we made it safely to the final part, the long winding road down to Braveheart car park. The rain was reduced to drizzle and wind had almost disappear. The majestic Ben Nevis was shrouded in clouds and I could see Fort William. Although I know I am almost there, I had no strength to run nor the mood to talk as I took one step at a time.

Once arriving at the Braveheart car park, it was the final stretch. About a mile to go. I tried to run but my legs protested as Fiona once again passed me in a very jovial mood. Believe me cause I was literary in tears not because of the pain but knowing I have gotten this far. The emotions got over me. Once I got near to the roundabout, I "squeezed" out all my remaining strength and told my legs to "Shut up and run" and I did just that with Angela. And finally, after 30:36:45 hours spent on the West Highland Way, I arrived safely the Lochaber Leisure Centre, Fort William in position 138 out of 159 finishers in one of the race's harshest weather in history. And with that, my quest for my second crystal goblet comes to a successful end.

Not the best looking but made it safely and alive to Fort William.

Ian Beattie the race director together with Carolyn, Sean and other volunteers was there to assist me with my finish. It wasn't the prettiest of finishes as I was shaking and looking pale. And due to that, after taking my weight which was all right, I was brought over to the medical side where Sean and a lady who I didn't get her name, spent some time with me, taking care and making sure I was all right. I was certainly all right as I was pretty chatty at that time and things got better when I got a hot tea.

A very tired Team Frank with the people behind the race.

Tom and Chee Kong came later and after cleaning up, it was back to our respective hotel for a quick rest before the prize giving ceremony at the Nevis Centre. And as per last year, the ceremony was not only special but a touching one. And when Ian Beattie called out my name, I hobbled down to stage to be greeted and high-fived by Adrian Stott before he handed me my goblet. Sean and John Kynaston was there to witness it as well. And after the end of the ceremony, a quick get together with some fellow friends and runners before I embark on the journey back to Aberdeen.

Survived my second WHWR.

Friends who made it possible.

Dod Reid who almost stopped me at Kinlochleven.

My splits at the checkpoints.

Like my sixth Comrades Marathon, my second West Highland Way Race took everything out of me as nature and weather threw everything it had at this skinny weak tropical guy. The wet, cold, windy and tricky conditions was so unlike last year's run and that I nearly got stopped for looking really bad. But pulling out wasn't in my mind throughout the entire duration out there and I am glad I kept my word. And for this, I can't thank Tom and Chee Kong enough for helping me get there. And a special mention to Angela for sticking it through thick and thin with me since last year despite being unwell last year (only found out this year!) and also going through the long hours, distance, tough weather and the challenges that made up this race. And of course, a huge THANK YOU to many more of you who had cared and supported me. Susanah, Ian Beattie, Sandra, Sean, Alexa, Carolyn, Ian Minty, Mark Cooper, Noanie, John Duncan, Chris Paton, Jeni, Sharon Hassan, Alan Cormack, Alan Kerr, John Munro, Helen Munro, Amanda Hamilton, John Kynaston, Alison, Niall, Lorna McMillan, Dod Reid, James Stewart, Patricia Carvalho, Jeff Smith, Yi Zhang and many many more of you. In case I accidentally miss any of you, you know who you are! AYE!

6th Comrades and 2nd goblet.

Most of you who have been following my blog all these years would probably noticed the slowing down of me posting updates here. No doubt about that as it has been tough blogging these days. And with these 2 event reports and with a heavy heart, I have decided that I will stop blogging from now onward. One of the reason that these 2 reports took so long despite them being my "A" race was that I can't find any more inspiration, motivation or ideas to carry on blogging. I stared at my blank notebook and just couldn't type anything out. I guess after 11 years of blogging, this is where my "creativeness" has ran dry.

Most of you know that the West Highland Way Race last year was my way to mark my first decade of running. Into my second decade now, a few of you know of my plans where I plan to head to and what I am training for. It won't be soon, for I really have to prepare for it. But, I do have a decade ahead of me to sort out my plans for it as I am into rebuilding myself now after a lackluster year 2017 so far. In fact, I have just returned from yet another failed 100 Miler at Craze Ultra, my fifth DNF in my career. It will be a crazy journey forward as I venture into tougher territories and knowing the capabilities I have, there will be more DNFs as I will try to overcome them one step at a time. That's if if I am still able to run, and that's a big IF. And on that part of my journey there, there will be not be any blog entries for it. But instead, I maybe will turn to Facebook for I think it's easier to let the photos log my journey. And perhaps, maybe I will start to be a little more verbal in there.

Anyway, I hope that all my entries all these 11 years long have helped and inspired many runners to go the distance and also learn more about me. It won't be easy to know that I am and will leave the blogging world, but it will certainly bring memories back one day when I am old and not able to run anymore, to read back at the adventures I have done. Thanks to everyone who had been part of it. So yes, this is it, the end of my blog and I shall just let my running (and walking) do the talking. And before signing off, remember that Cancer Ain't A Death Sentence! AYE!

-BELIEVE-
-NEVER TRY, NEVER KNOW-

Gunung Nuang Ultra 2017...

Event: Gunung Nuang Ultra 2017

Venue: Gunung Nuang, Pangsun, Hulu Langat

Date 26 February 2017

Time: 6.30AM

Distance: 12 hours looping on 10KM loop

Shoe: Saucony Xodus 6.0

By Frank

My third year in a row outing at Gunung Nuang Ultra (GNU) and my second race of the year. Something I certainly look forward to but certainly physically not prepared for it as my fitness level has dropped tremendously due to my hectic work.

I woke up to a sore upper back. However to my surprise, it wasn't my usual left side but instead it was for the first time, the right side. Had difficulties turning my neck and tried to stretch it away but to no avail. After the usual and with more than enough time, I rook a slow long drive to Pangsun which took me about an hour. Arriving there, I learnt that I am not the only early one as the main car park was already fully filled leaving me park at the entrance. Not too bad for a parking spot anyway as it was just next to the guard house.

Made my way to the hut to drop of my drop bag and prepare myself before the urge to make my "deposit". To my horror, my usual secret toilet was locked off and I had to use the dirtier public toilet. But when one needs to go, he needs to go.

Fast forwarding ahead, I was hanging out with Jeff and Wai Hong and the start line which eventually led me to start at the front later. And at 6.30AM sharp, after a short briefing, some close to 300 runners were set loose to loop from the foot hill to Lolo and back for 12 hours.

Due to the heavy downfall yesterday evening, the surroundings was humid and the first stretch up which was made up of cement pavement was really slippery. Slowly making my way up while trying to balance myself wasn't easy and it required additional strength and attention. I believe most was struggling as I passed some other runners ahead. Not many of them but they were good runners and this showed how tough it was. Only a few zoomed into the darkness ahead.

Eventually, I entered the trail section after a Kilometer. Things didn't get any easier as the rocky sections was just as slippery and also certain patches were muddy. This is Gunung Nuang at one of it's toughest., at least from my previous visits here. A mile into the race, the first hut is where an extra water station was set up by the organisers. Good effort from them as this will be helpful in the later stages.

I pushed on alone till the mid span where it then began to drop. From there slowly, runners after runners soon began to caught up and eventually passing me as I tried to find balance as I headed towards the u-turn point at Lolo. Got there safely and there were signs of dawn. Head torch was still needed though as I made my way down. It was relatively much easier compared to the journey up earlier, as I waited for the morning sunlight to break into the forest.

It was getting congested too with runners from the opposite directions filling up the tight running space. But was glad that most runners were courteous to give way to each other. And when the surroundings finally brighten up, it was time to remove my head torch and it was a sense of relieve fro my head.

Halfway down, I spotted a runner sitting my the side. Sensing something was amidst, I asked if he was all right. He replied that he was experiencing cramps on his quads as I helped him stretch a little before helping him get back up once he mentioned that he had felt relieve. Glad to be able to help as I continued my journey down and eventually completing my first loop with some extra little effort, especially in trying to keep my mid off my sore upper back.

The face says it all. I am not really enjoying myself.

Quickly took in some crackers and deposited my head torch back into my drop bag before continuing on my second loop. Was already struggling and things doesn't look too good as I slowly walked up the first stretch as the cement pavement despite the break of dawn was still slippery. I was already on survival mode and it was still 4 more loops to go to meet the minimum requirements. But the most important thing was that I am still positive and was still pushing on, hoping to meet 6 loops which was the same distance I did the past 2 editions.

Got "snipe" by a Taariq who was hiding behind the bushes.

Nothing dramatic except for the dip in strength and energy for my second and third loop before I decided to stop for my lunch break. Was hungry and was hoping the food will help me regain some strength as I rested my legs. And while doing so, I took the opportunity to remove and shoes and socks to check out on the burning sensation I was experiencing on my right heel. And to my horror, my Drymax socks has begun to tear there. I didn't blame the socks though as it was foolish of me to choose this pair as it had already served me close to 1,000KM worth of running.

After close to 1,000KM, my Drymax decided to call it a day.

Anyway, lunch was simple fried rice and it was enough to satisfy my hunger. Readjusted my socks higher so that the hole won't be rubbing on my heel. It did the trick for a while as I went on for my fourth loop, but the socks eventually fell back. Despite still walking (and struggling), the socks was still irritating my heel and I decided to stop by at the first hut a mile up to have it readjusted again. Then an idea struck me. To change sides and that help did the trick as my left foot was slightly larger.

Run Anywhere with the Saucony Xodus, Nomad TR and Peregrine.

Knowing at this point of time that I will not be able to hit 6 loops, I took my time and was aiming for the huts along the way up and down. Some I passed, but some I took the opportunity to rest and that helped me complete my fourth loop without much hassle and also blister free on my heel.

The start of my fifth loop was a mentally challenging one. I wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible but my tired body was hesitating. But after a couple of ice popsicle, I began my journey and eventually caught up with Kim Song and Amanda. Kim Song was struggling with some cramps as I told him to use my strategy of aiming for the huts along the way an opportunity to rest a little before continuing on. We both then arrived at the hut a mile from the bottom and rested a while there while I check on my heel which was relatively still blister free. Phew...

Feeling pump for my final descent.

After a pretty lengthy rest, I resumed on my journey upwards, feeling a little pumped up now. No I didn't run, but I did feel that I was walking faster, well a little. I took a little breather at the next hut to wait up with Kim Song and Amanda. However, the wait was longer than I expected and that they both did not arrive, and at that point of time, I guess Kim Song has made the call to turn back down.

I continued on running when I can, and walk when I couldn't. That gave me the extra push to arrive at Lolo for the fifth time. And at this time, I found out that they were quickly running out of water here which I relatively told myself that there won't a be sixth for me then. And with that, I started my journey down for one final time which I was really glad. And being glad will mean that I am going faster too!

As I made my journey down, I was reminding the others that they were quickly running out of water at the u-turn point. Some was shocked to hear that while some others did not bother. I gave away my water to one of the runners too as I won't bee needing much of it. With the last mile to go, I was still reminding others to fill up the hut there before making their way up and eventually caught up with Hazel who is on her way down. And from here onwards, I walked with her while chatting away till we both arrived at the bottom completing my fifth loop in 9:08:47 hours.

My splits.

Looking at my time, I could have gone for my sixth loop and finishing it just in time before the 12 hour cut-off. However, I have made up m mind at that time that I will stop at my fifth and be realistic with my current fitness level. To continue will be a struggle to my body and a higher risk of injury. Besides, the u-turn point at Lolo has probably ran out of water too. So yeah, overall I am satisfied with my third edition. Despite much slower than my previous two, I had to be realistic and to accept that I am coming back from square one and that I have been extremely busy with the new business venture. To complete the minimum five loops is already an achievement for me and it will also be a good training run for me.

All in a day's work.

Took time to refuel the body from what is left over of the food. Oranges, bananas and some vermicelli and that was good enough for the craving body. Wai Hong was kind enough to offer me a place to shower at his room as I quickly cleaned myself up before leaving Gunung Nuang for a long drive home.

And once again, many thanks to the organising committee and volunteers for another enjoyable edition of the Gunung Nuang Ultra. But honestly, I didn't enjoy myself too much this year due to lack of fitness. But despite clocking my worst this year round, I am already waiting for next year's edition! Yeah yeah.. I am looking for trouble. :p

* Photos here credited to the respective photographers. Thank you.

Vibram Hong Kong 100 Ultra Trail Race 2017...

Event: Vibram Hong Kong 100 Ultra Trail Race 2017

Venue: Pak Tam Chung, Hong Kong

Date: 14 January 2017

Time: 8.00AM

Distance: 100KM

Shoe: Saucony Xodus 6

By Frank

The Vibram Hong Kong 100 Ultra Trail Race (HK100) holds a special place in my running career. It’s after all, my first 100KM trail race that sparked my interest in running through nature and the demanding challenges but yet beautiful aspects it has to offer. And in a way, it’s also the race that I got to be introduced and to befriend a dear friend of mine 4 years ago.

No, I did not run the HK100 4 years ago, but in fact I only ran it once back in year 2015. With an unsuccessful ballot results from last year which in a way was a blessing considering the race had to be cancelled after 20 hours due to the freezing conditions which left the roads of the highest point of the race course at Tai Mo Shan (Big Hat Mountain), to be frozen, I tried my luck again to return to better my results for one final time (do you believe in me?).

With the ballot results announced in late September 2016, I was glad that I managed to get in this time together with Yee Hoo. However, quite a few including Yan Leng did not get it. But it was a chance not to be missed and with swift action, I laid out a plan with Yee Hoo and quickly made our purchase and bookings for our flights and accommodation.

Fast forwarding to December 2016, just after my final race of the year at the Putrajaya 78KM, I was struck down with migraine. Coincidently, my HK100 race back in 2015 was also affected by it, the only difference was it was during the race back then. From migraine, I was then affected by a bad diarrhoea followed by fever and cough. It was just plain bad luck for me and thus affected my preparation for this race. I did almost no running and knew that it will affect both my physical strength and also cardio fitness. All that I have built the last 3 years that gave me my best Comrades results and my achievement at the West Highland Way Race is gone.

After a long whole month of battling the above illness, and with just a week more to go till the race, I was again struck down by a sudden cough which prolonged till race day, and even when I was blogging this. I knew back then, it was a race to suffer or maybe to even pull out somewhere during the course should my condition is bad.

Thursday, 12 January 2017

On Thursday, 12 January 2017, I travelled to Hong Kong with Yee Hoo and William from Johor on board the first Air Asia flight out at 6.30AM. Flight was smooth and by 4 hours later, we touched down and immediately started doing the necessity like getting ourselves sim card, travel card and of course getting to the place we are staying, Ah Shan hostel at Mong Kok. Bus 21 and everything was simply familiar and by close to an hour later, we found ourselves at the busy district.

Touching down at Hong Kong Aiport with Yee Hoo and William.

Checked into our tiny “pigeon hole” room, and it was off to Action X Store at Sheung Wan to collect our race pack after a quick lunch of porridge Sea View Congee shop below our hostel. Boarded the wrong train though but was quickly to realise it. Was glad that there wasn’t much of participants arriving yet and hence we managed to collect our race packs pretty smoothly before heading off to Racing The Planet where Yee Hoo was the first casualty to fall prey to the urge of buying running gears.

Tiny room for 2 at Ah Shan hostel.

Returned back to the hostel to prepare our race gear which consisted of a drop bag for the halfway 52KM point and also finish point of the race. Rest up before heading out for dinner nearby having some beef noodles. Nothing much else later as all 3 of us were really tired and hence called it an early night.

My race gear all laid out.

Friday, 13 January 2017

By 8.30AM, the 3 of us were ready to explore Hong Kong. First stop was of course breakfast just below where we had Hong Kong’s famous polo bun and simple plain noodle soup with some slice meat before we went to the Museum of History at Tsim Tsa Tsui. 2 hours there learning about Hong Kong’s long history before we headed off to the seaside to enjoy the breeze and also the view of Hong Kong city. But sadly, the Avenue of Stars was closed for a major renovation which will last till about year 2020.

At Victoria Harbour water front.

Short walk around Tsim Tsa Tsui before heading back to Mong Kok to visit the running stores there basically All Weather, Overlander and Blue Mountain Sports. William was the second casualty where he bought a pair of running shorts while yours truly was the third where I bought a complete set of the new generation of BV Sport top and half tights at Blue Mountain Sports. I was a happy buyer though. Jeff arrived and met us there before we returned to the hostel to rest up before meeting Foo and Vivien for dinner at Fa Yuen Street Market. Just a simple dinner among us before it was lights out for the mountains awaits the next day.

A simple pre-race dinner.

Race day. Saturday,14 January 2017

Didn’t manage to get a good sleep due to my cough. Hope it didn’t affect Yee Hoo though. And I must highlight the very irritating WhatsApp messages that were coming in late. Yes, I understand those are wishes for the race but to text late into the night, I don't think those are good vibes. This isn't the first time happening and despite turning off the phone's sounds and vibrations (not everyone does that), there is always the notification light. And when you realised that I did not reply your message, it will mean I am pissed!

All pre-race rituals went smoothly before I joined them for breakfast downstairs at Sea View. It was drizzling and it was cold. The weather forecast so fast has been correct, but I believe our race gears are well prepared for it, I hope. Once breakfast was done, we returned to our room to get our gears before flagging down taxis after taxis to get to the race start at Pak Tam Chung, Sai Kung. Familiar faces from the Malaysian contingent appeared, from Tey, Keng Koon, Warren Lim, Warren Mok, Sook Ann and more. Myself, Yee Hoo, William and Jeff was last to leave at 6.45AM but time was sufficient. The only thing was that our taxi driver was a little chatty and I had trouble resting through the journey as he chatted with Jeff.

We arrived at Pak Tam Chung about 40 minutes later. It was still drizzling and the venue was wet and a little on the cold side. Quickly made our bags deposit and headed to the bushes to relieve ourselves as the queue for the toilets was just too long. The usual Malaysian contingent group photos session was next before we headed off to the sub 24 hours start area to prepare for the start. It was a wave start this year with 5 minutes interval in between and hence this is going to be the third wave.

Looking fresh before the 100KM struggle.

11 minutes after the first wave started, it was our turn as I wished Yee Hoo and William a safe race. I was in no hurry as the front pack will probably be packed with runners entering the MacLehose Trail and hence took my time. After close a Kilometer later, indeed the entrance to the trail was stuck as runners slowly form a single line. I was glad I was William and hence had someone to talk to. Hahaha...

As frustrating as it was being not able to run but to walk for about the next 4KM or so, I was actually prepared for it. But with the cool weather, it will only mean that there will be the urge to pee. With almost no place to go to and with too many people around, I held on. Slowly, I forgot about it but suddenly, I felt hungry instead.  Breakfast was too early earlier and guess I have to hold till I arrive at the East Dam support station which was located 11KM from the start.

Finally, after being stuck behind human traffic for about slightly more than an hour, I arrived with William at one of the dams with the ocean greeting us from one side. Spectacular view but first things first as we headed to the bushes to relieve ourselves before climbing the roads up to the area above. We then quickly set off as the roads here were wide enough to break free and that we did. I bump into Keng Koon during the climb, chatting with him for a while before resuming my run with William. Had fun throughout and I was trigger happy snapping photos of the beautiful surroundings when suddenly, a familiar face caught me. It was David, my fellow Comrades from Singapore. Meeting him annually at the Inchanga climb at Comrades Marathon, I hope East Dam here won't be our annual meet up. Hahaha...

Having fun with a Japanese "Spiderman" runner.

Meeting my fellow Comrades David at East Dam.

Terence supporting runners at East Dam.

While I ran and chatted freely with David, William took off on his own. Eventually, I spotted the East Dam support station. Another beautiful place where then another familiar face came running towards me. It was Terence Poon who welcomed runners to East Dam. Quickly grab some nuts here to help curb my hunger. Although I left East Dam with David. I powered up the next hill on my own as I headed towards the first climb at Sai Wan Shan some 314M above sea level. I needed to use my strength here before I was going to be slowed down by my weakness at the down section.

Beautiful surroundings of Tai Long Wan.

Not an easy climb upwards to Sai Wan Shan but neither it was tough. And as expected, I slowed at the next section descending from it as it was slippery especially on the cement stairs and David passed me just before arriving at the beach. I've lost count on the number of beautiful beach we had to run pass, but it was worth it with the sound of waves and the foot strikes of the runners only to be heard. And after 3:25:11 hours, I arrived at Check Point 1 at Ham Tin where I took some nuts, chips and a cracker with some water before moving on.

Remembering from my experience 2 years ago, we needed to climb a pretty steep but short ascend to exit Ham Tin. Ropes were installed to aid some runners too but I used my bare hands instead. Feeling still good and fresh, and still having fun, I was glad that my lack of training and recent sickness did not affect much, at least till this point. Even if it did, it had affected my speed which was relatively much slower.

Anyway, it was rolling up and down hill towards the next check point and Wong Shek, some 7KM away. The first section wasn't too bad with trails to run on, but when it got to the stairs, this is where things got tougher. More strength is needed to power up them, while more impact and balancing is needed to descend it. But I made it there in 4:50:03 hours without any mishaps with friendly volunteers welcoming the runners to this check point located next to a jetty with big boats and yacht were parked at.

Beautiful scenery but had to be careful going down the slippery stairs.

Took a slightly longer break here to fuel myself up with some yummy vinegared rice balls, chips and oranges washing down with water and Cola. And with the weather warming up, I decided to remove my Saucony Nomad long sleeve top and to just go with my base layer. And just before leaving, I saw a runner being carried down the stairs from where I came from. Though conscious, I assumed he was hurt probably twisting his ankle or falling at the trails. Hope nothing serious.

An orangy shot where Piew and Yan Leng will understand. Hehe...

Close to 5 hours and only 28KM covered. I was losing a lot of ground compared to my experience 2 years ago. Nevertheless, I wasn't too bothered about it and slowly resume my journey with a slightly heavy tummy from over eating. Ooops...

I slowly got my groove back and resume some running pass some villages and also the through the pathways by the seaside. Nothing much to blog about it here except that the serendipity of the beautiful and yet calm surroundings bought positive thoughts to me.

Check Point 3 at Hoi Ha was a check point I was looking forward to as it was partially manned by those who are visually impaired. And just before arriving there, I made a quick detour off course to visit a public toilet where I used the opportunity to wash and freshen up my face and arms. And just before entering the check point which was within a park in a time of 6:23:44 hours, I tried to high five as many of the volunteers there as a mark and token of appreciation for being there for the runners. An even longer stop compared to the earlier one, I took in lots of oranges here while trying the official sports drink for this race, Overstim which I kind of like it. Pleasant taste and wasn't too sugary. Pretty like Pocari or even barley. And just before leaving, I spotted some hot ginger tea and stop for a cup. And while having it, I had a chat with Joshua who was having some noodles by the side.

Yung Shue O which was 9KM away is where I shall have my dinner, I told myself. After all, that is what happened 2 years back and that will something to look forward to again. I took my time to slowly walk off the food and drinks I had earlier as I continued with my journey. Re-entering into the woods, I found a very similar bench where I sat down 2 years ago to remove my gaiters. This time round, I remove my shoes to clear off sands that were collected during my earlier run at the beach and also to have my mobile phone and Suunto charge. I left the Suunto on my wrist to charge and hence had to carry my phone on my hand. And with it, I started texting and updating my friends back home, some silly photos included. This kept my mind off from the fatigue which is slowly setting in.

Thumbs up and thank you to the photographers along the way for their effort.

Slowly made my way through the villages along the coastal side before re-entering the trails which more steps to climb. Weather was still good with some breeze but my legs were starting to tire. And once I exited the trails and got back on to the coastal trail, I knew I was nearing the check point. It's after all, the stretch where I knocked my knee 2 years back where big boulders were blocking certain parts. Sights of houses soon appear in the distance and I hurry before I was greeted by volunteers welcoming us to Yung Shue O, 45KM into the race.

Checking into Yong Shue O at 45KM.

8:23:31 hours. I know I was still loosing time but I was in no rush. The only issue I had was that the check point was located at a different place which is much smaller than the one 2 years back. Hardly had any place to walk around and not to mention sitting. My plan for my dinner had to be on hold but I still took my time with some light snacks here and snapping silly photos of me eating oranges to be sent over to my friend back home. I also message Jasmine who was at the Lion Park Country Park near Golden Hill Road at the bottom of Beacon Hill not to wait for me as she expected me to run like an elite! #FacePalm!

Hot coffee, tea and ginger drink, a little of each before I started going again. It's only 7KM before hitting the halfway point at Kei Ling Ha but the journey there is one that I am looking forward to. Kai Kung Shan (Cockrel Hill) sitting at 399M above sea level is located in between these 2 check points. Not an easy climb as it's pretty steep but somehow, I was looking forward to it.

Before entering the climbing section, I passed through more villages before a small descend into the forest trails. And when the forest started opening up, the climb began too. Slightly damp orange soil made up the terrain and I was glad I had the Saucony Xodus 6 on where the traction of the shoe helped a lot. The sunset view on top of the hill is something to look forward to, but I guess I had no luck this time as the weather didn't seem suitable. Besides, I was rushing to get myself to the check point before darkness takes over.

Made it to the top of Kai Kung Shan.

Wasn't struggling very much with the climb as I expected would be and got to the top without any mishaps. Quickly snap a photo and off I went descending the hill and back into the forest trail. It was getting dark and I don't think I can get myself to the check point without having to rely on a head torch. However, I was lucky enough when a runner ahead of me powered on his head torch which was relatively bright enough to light the way. I tailgated him from behind running the same path and pattern as him. Was all good till he decided to take a breather just a bout a Kilometer before the check point. Without any choice, I use the torch function on my phone to light my way. It wasn't very bright but it was good enough. And with that, soon the noisy sounds at Kei Ling Ha was heard.

10:00:51 hours was what I took to get myself to this point at 52KM. And as expected, Kei Ling Ha was a busy check point. I quickly grab some oranges before making my way to collect my drop bag here. But immediately as I left the food tent, a young girl from the volunteer team came to me asking if I had a drop bag. Replied her that I do and she quickly took a glance at my race bib and dashed away to collect for me. And in a less than a minute later, she returned with my drop bag. So very efficient and I was really thankful and appreciative to her. Well done!

Was looking for a spot to sit down but the surroundings was just packed with runners. A familiar voice and face appeared suddenly. It was Terence Poon and he guided me to the side to rest while he asked if I needed anything. Told him that all I needed was some oranges as I showed him my most important thing at that time, my can of coffee which I had in my drop bag! We both broke out into laughter. Hahaha...

First thing first. I needed light and hence powered on my 800 Lumens LED Lenser. Dim the power down and soon, Terence returned with a big fat orange! Joshua joined in too and we joked that it was deja vu to be meeting here again. We gave ourselves a toast for that with me using my can of coffee and him, his cup noodles! However sadly, he decided to throw the towel in and just stop here for his leg is acting up. Tried to pull him along with him, but I guess he had already decided. Once I was ready, I deposited back my drop bag and put on my jacket, assembled my trekking pole and powered on my head torch to the max. It was time to for the second half of the race and the big climbs awaits.

Being funny before starting the second half of my race.

Next stop, Gilwell Camp and it's the longest stretch with 13KM of technical trails and climbs involved. I just can't wait to get this stretch over with as it can be mentally torturing. As I crossed the road from the check point, it was a long road climb, about a mile up till we arrive at the trail entrance. However, just ahead and out of no where, surprise surprise, there was a mandatory gear check. The volunteers checked for our mobile phone, thermal blanket and of course head torch. It may take a while especially to locate the first 2 items buried deep in the back pack or so, but I applaud and thank the organisers for doing so. After all, it was each and every runner's safety for anything can happen up in the mountains ahead.

After repacking, I continued upwards into the darkness. It was getting cold and hence I need to keep going to ensure my core temperature doesn't drop. Finally about close to a mile or so, I arrived at the trail entrance with a volunteer there ensuring everyone went the correct way. It's not easy for him to be alone there in the dark and cold and I applaud him for his undying support!

In the trail, I began to run a little, but that's before hitting the climb which is actually pretty steep. And this is where those who frequent to Gunung Nuang back home will benefit. For myself, I needed my trekking pole to help lift my body up to the higher level. This kept going and going as I made my way to Ma On Shan at 580M above sea level. And when I looked back, I could see the trail of head torches lighting the forest. It was a nice view, but also reminded me how high I was climbing. And remembering my migraine incident 2 years back, I started looking forward to the open space with a few benches where I rested there back then, as I intend to do the same again. I arrived finally at the same area and sat at the exact same bench. Took off my shoes to allow both my feet to "breathe" and stretch a little while I pop in a mild dose of Coenzyme Q10 just in case of migraine. During my 10 minutes rest there or so, many runners whom I passed earlier, is now ahead of me. I have no intention to pass them again and let my pace take it's course.

I caught up with a few runners as I approach a very windy Ma On Shan. Nothing spectacular about the view here except for lights emitting from the apartments from both side of Hong Kong and Sha Tin. There was a back log there as we hardly could pass the runner ahead on the single track trail there and hence had to keep moving till we get the chance. Just hope that I don't get blown away. Haha... The chance to overtake finally came when the descend started as I broke free.

My legs was getting battered as I descended from Ma On Shan and I was getting tired. The climbs wasn't very steep now but it was a rolling one and it kept coming. And fast forwarding, after countless of rolling hills, I finally arrived at the long stretch which eventually led to an open space, at Gilwell Camp, where Check Point 6 is at. 65KM in 14:05:26 hours, I was just glad to make it here safely.

The organisers have moved the check point at Gilwell Camp to an open space much nearer to the trail exit compared to 2 years back and this is certainly much more welcome as there were much more space for runners to rest. With night upon us and the temperature starting to drop, I made use of the hot food and drinks here to fill myself up. A hot cup of noodles while I chatted with a team of 2 medics who are sweeping the course from Check Point 5 to the finish. And coincidentally, one of them is a fellow Malaysian from Alor Setar, Kedah. We had a good chat as I was really taking my own sweet time, especially with the awesome hot ginger tea.

And finally, when my legs thought it was time leave, I got ready and slowly made my way passed the scout's campfire which I remember that I stop by 2 years back to get some heat into me. I was freezing back then!

It was mainly downhill on the road here for a couple of Kilometers before re-entering the trails for some rolling hills again before a major climb towards Beacon Hill. And somehow, I think I got good memories here. I managed to run a little on the open trails but as soon as I got to the climb towards the check point, it became a single trail and I got stuck behind some slower runners. I didn't want to pressurize the runners ahead and only waited for the overtaking chance to come. This also allow me to conserve some strength.

Eventually the overtaking chance came and finally some glow lights and soon music in the lonely night. Beacon Hill, manned by the scouts was a happening check point. Check Point 7, 73KM into the race at 16:37:07 hours. As we are fast approaching the Lunar New Year, I was presented a red packet by the scouts here which contained a chocolate wrapped in gold paper.

Most runners were wrapped in blanket and seated around the campfire to warm themselves up. I found a corner and took some hot coffee plus some hot ginger tea to maintain my core temperature. Filled my flask up and noticed that it was time to have my head torch battery change. Got it change with the help from the scout master as my hands was shaking due to cold and off I went!

It was a slippery steep descent from Beacon Hill. I had to be careful not to trip over something else there might be a mini avalanche me. From trail to road, I know I was near to the main road where I had to cross it via the pedestrian bridge before embarking up Golden Hill Road. This is where Jasmine was much earlier but now, only a few volunteers were there to guide the runners. I made good use of the toilet across the road and took a breather at the bus stand to adjust my shoe. And while doing so, I could hear the sound of the monkeys moving around the bushes nearby. Yes, this place will be swarming with monkeys should I arrive later, say at dawn. I better get going before I had to fend myself from them with my trekking poles!

So up Golden Hill Road. The long winding road in darkness before suddenly, a pair of reflective eyes ahead. I thought there were from monkeys but judging from the way it moves and the sheer size of it, I was wrong. It was a pair of wild boars but they certainly was very different from the Malaysian version. Huge, tall, skinny and grey in colour, they were actually pretty peaceful, grazing along the bushes. Reminds me of South Africa's warthog.

Anyway, I continued ascending Golden Hill Road which was filled with bread crumbs, some banana peels and litters by the side courtesy of the monkeys. Got to the top and it was a slow descend into another dark area where a lady runner suddenly just zoomed passed me ahead and was no where to be seen. Please do not ask me if she was a runner or not!

I got to the entrance of the trail greeted by some steps. Was just a short journey in the trails overlooking some dams or reservoirs before exiting into another area.Continuing on the flat road before running on concrete, I know I was near and soon, after 18:53:23 hours, I arrived at Shing Mun Dam, Check Point 8!

Again like Gilwell Camp, the check point at Shing Mun Dam was move forward compared to 2 years back and it was certainly a welcomed choice as there was much more space for the runners. 2 years back, I was remember I was shivering at this check point due to the cold. This year although much more prepared, I reminded myself to keep warm and hence took in some hot ginger tea before I spotted a camp with a heater in it and quickly moved into it. It was full of runners, some covered in blanket and napping away. Found a chair near the heater and made myself comfortable there. I know my legs will get heavy and that I will lose more time, but the heat generated here was just too hard to resist.

After 15 minutes or so, I decided it was time to continue on, for 2 of the biggest climbs await. Exited the camp and jog a little to loosen the very stiff muscle before I slowly made my way towards the trail entrance mark by the wooden gantry, Maclehose Trail, Stage 7. The first hill to conquer was Needle Hill standing tall at 532M from sea level. It was no easy climb especially when we were already 84KM into the race. Legs were heavy and tired, and some of us including myself was feeling sleepy.

To keep moving and to keep climbing will bring towards Needle Hill and eventually the finish. The new thoughts gave me a new motivation as I used the strength left on both my shoulder to push my trekking poles towards the ground to propel me up the next step. I did that will full momentum till I had to slowed down when I bumped into a big guy ahead of me. And while following him close from behind, I suddenly took note of his body movement and also the hanging map from the very familiar backpack! I called out to him and asked if he was at the Bromo Tengger Semeru Race last year? And indeed he was. It was Rais whom I trek with along the Bromo rim. Absolutely small world and delighted to meet up with him again, especially during a race like this.

Both myself and Rais paused for a moment to catch up before resuming like how we did at Bromo. He led and I followed, and we chatted away. And it was through here, that I found out that he actually completed BTS back then. BRAVO!

As we kept climbing, the pace dropped and my core temperature too. It was getting colder and I realised that I can't be following Rais pace. And when the opportunity came, I passed him and continue powering up every steps using the help of my trekking pole. I did paused for moment to look back to check on Rais but I did not see him despite sitting down for a moment to adjust my shoes. I continued on myself and got to the top of Needle Hill before  downhill to the bottom of the next hill.

Grassy Hill, 647M above sea level was next. I don't remember much that it was actually tarmac from 2 years back. Climbing on tarmac wasn't actually easier especially with the open surroundings. It was getting cold and I could feel my gut acting up a little. I needed to eat. I moved quickly and soon, found a concrete structure where I sat down, removed my shoes and ate some of my left over cranberries and washing it down with water. And when everything was settle down in my tummy, I continued on before the cold took over me.

Got to the top feeling rather tired but a fellow runner "woke" me up to be careful with the descent to Lead Mine Pass as it's going to be slippery due to mud and rocks around the grassy surface. And when I began my descent, I fully understood what he meant as it was wet too. The more agile runners disappeared into the bottom while the clumsy me was taking a step at a time.

Eventually I got to the bottom and a marshal was directed me to the left where the sound of generators was coming from. It was Lead Mine Pass, Check Point 9, located somewhere at the foot of Tai Mo Shan, Hong Kong's highest peak.

Just another 10KM to go and it was going to be really cold on the journey upwards to the peak. I needed to recharge myself and hence took a breather inside the tent where the heater was located. A very helpful volunteer asked if I needed anything and told her that all I needed was a hot cup of ginger drink. She helped me got it after a couple of minutes. Thank you!

Some other runners were napping here as I made myself comfortable and befriended a local name Kam Tim in the process. More and more runners arrived including Rais and when I was about to leave, the rain came! I continued resting and out came my thermal blanket which was really old. So old that it actually fell apart. I still managed to wrap myself partly with whatever is left of it though.

Knowing the rain won't be stopping anytime and that I just wanted to get the final 10KM over with it, together with Kam Tim, we made a decisive move to continue on under the rain. Our strategy was simple, to keep moving forward so that our core temperature will not drop drastically. And during that, we kept chatting away to keep our minds off things and through here, I learnt that he was actually part of the original technical team of the race and a very fast runner. He was definitely a silver or gold runner for this race if not for his gut acting up back at halfway.

Kam Tim led the way through a very watery, muddy and slippery journey up Tai Mo Shan where I followed his every foot steps. The weather got worst as we headed upwards and it reminded me of my attempt at Ben Nevis back in year 2015. The rain was firing on my face like needles and the wind was trying to blow me off my footing. The feeling, MISERABLE!

I slowed a little and Kam Tim stopped to ask if I was all right and offered me his jacket. Replied that I was all right, just getting slower due to the wind factor. Told him to keep moving and that I will call out if I needed anything. We pushed on and soon, we entered to the road. The technical part is over, so what now is to keep climbing to the top.

On the road, I soon caught up with Kam Tim as he told me to keep going. With the cold temperature, I can't afford to stop for too long and hence obliged to him. I kept following the road ahead and eventually got to the top by noticing 2 volunteers there as the Hong Kong Observatory weather radar station was covered in fog and nowhere to be seen. I looked back to see if Kam Tim was nearby but he was not.

Another 5KM or so to go and it's all downhill to the finish. The winding road of Tai Mo Shan awaits my weakened legs but this has to be done. I ran when I could, walked when I can't. One leg at a time, I told myself. The rain was reduced to a drizzle but no doubt I was still feeling rather cold. One final pee stop by the bushes and I managed to find my rhythm and started running till I was redirected back into the trails by a group of volunteers. The final Kilometer or so was n the trail as this was the diversion crated last year due to the extremely cold temperature that frozen up the road.

The trail was slippery as there were steps and rocks all over. No falling or tripping over at the closing stages and hence I walked through it before finally arriving at a building. It was another few hundred meters more I guess and from here, I ran and ran, and soon arrived back on the road where I heard my name being call out.

My finishing moment.

No sprinting or dashing as I ran naturally towards the finish line, completing my second Hong Kong 100 in a time of 24:58:15 hours. 2 hours slower than my previous attempt but I was just lucky to have completed it after recovering from illness and also lack of training. The slippery conditions made it challenging it this year too and there is a lot of work for me to improve on my footing especially on slippery ground.

My splits.

Nevertheless, a job done here as I waited for my fellow friends to arrive back. One by one, they did from Kam Tim, Rais and the Leong as I waited together with Keng Koon and his mum, both very supportive despite the former pulling out from the race due to coldness.

Thank you Keng Koon (and his mum - not in pic) for the assistance given post race.

Kam Tim who led the way for me from CP9 till the top of Tai Mo Shan.

Together with Keng Koon and his mum, both myself and Leong took a taxi back to Mongkok. A tiring ride back where I was totally knock out during the journey. Back at the hostel, the cleaning part was rather difficult due to the room size and the stiffness of muscles. And after a well deserve shower, we headed downstairs with William for lunch who completed the race in a remarkable time of below 20 hours. We were joined by Tey for lunch at the porridge place before heading back to the hostel for a well deserved sleep.

Well deserve post race recovery meal with Tey.

Monday, 16 January 2017

Sleep was good and by 8AM, I was awake. As William is flying back home today, only myself and Yee Hoo had a simple breakfast at the famous Kam Hua coffee shop which luckily was within walking distance. The polo bun with butter is good here as the coffee shop was packed to the max. Made an appointment at 10.30AM to meet up with Jimmy, Saucony Asia Pacific's International Brand Director and off we went to Tsim Tsa Tsui. After walking for quite a distance, I eventually arrived at the office at China Hong Kong City. A great catch-up with him after first meeting him 2 years back as we discussed on the brand's potential and also problems.

The Wolverine World Wide group of companies.

With Jimmy, Saucony AP International Brand Director. More than a brand principal and a friend.

Later together with Yee Hoo, we made our way to Kowloon Park before returning to Mong Kok for some shoe shopping at Sneaker Street where I purchased 2 valuable pair of hot Saucony racing shoes. Returned to the hostel to rest up before heading to Temple Street at night before we found out that Poh Lai is n Hong Kong too!

Facebook gave Poh Lai's location away and we quickly contacted him for a meet-up.

After a quick bowl of hot 6 treasure desserts which was smacking delicious, we made our way to Yau Mah Tei MTR station to meet up with Poh Lai before heading towards Tsim Tsa Tsui again for the night view there. It was chilly but worth it despite a short stay there before we head into the city area to look for food before heading back to call it a night. But that was before some painful packing as we needed to check out early the next morning.

Tuesday, 17 January 2017

Woke up just before 7AM to prepare for an early check out at 8AM. Left our luggage at the hostel's reception and headed off to Yau Ma Tei to meet up with Poh Lai for breakfast at the famous Mido Cafe after visiting the Thian Hou Temple to make some blessings for a dear friend heading to Europe to further studies. Mido Cafe was supposedly famous as there were many TV series and movies filmed here but I had no impression of it at all. Hahaha... Nevertheless, breakfast was simple yet satisfying before we parted ways with Poh Lai who was catching the 3PM flight back home later.

With some extra time to kill, we headed towards San Sui Po for some gadget shopping was the prices here was dirt cheap! Only bought a blinker worth less than RM3 though but Yee Hee bought an action cam which only cost slightly more than RM200. What a bargain!

We headed back to Mong Kok for lunch at DimDimSum Dim Sum Specialty Store. We over ordered but still managed to almost finish everything except a last piece of "Nian Gao". Everything here was delicious and I highly recommend this place. After a satisfying meal, we collected our luggage and hop on to the bus 21 to head towards the airport to check ourselves in before meeting up with my long lost friend, Jasmine!

My long lost "sifu"!

It was a good catch up with Jasmine before we boarded our half an hour delayed flight at 6.15PM. Flight was rather uncomfortable though and since I am not able to sleep through it, I took some time to blog about this entry, well only part of the start. But eventually, we touched down back home and surprisingly, luggage retrieval was pretty quick this time. Took a cab home after parting ways with Yee Hoo, and with that, came an end for my adventure at my second HK100.

* Photos here credited to the respective photographers. Thank you.