The Milo Breakfast Day
This might be my one of my few short entries. Nothing much to be said than just sharing my excitement to get to bring the kids out for a race.
It's the first long race for them. Their first was a mere 600m, which was no biggie at all, especially for Qaid. It was quite a deal for Qays, as he is still a baby trapped in a kids body. Well, he is actually. He still enjoys Hi-5, Doc McStuffin and the likes. He's a brute alright. But deep inside him, he is still soft. Might be partly due to being a midchild. And handling him is tricky now... Nonetheles, this entry is not about parenting 101, so lets stop the chase.
I have reminded them many times to not to sprint from the start. So much words, advices throughout the start. I was like coach Mama, which I delightfully enjoyed. We started off with some dynamic stretches. The ones that runners should do. Not those simple and not that meaningful stretches that they always taught you back in school. Remember those days, when the instructor (or PE teacher) guided the warmups, it will always be with those twist your wrist, ankles, waist and arms to loosen the joints. I feel a bit cheated now that I know that some of those type of stretches may do you more harm than good. We were quite close to the starting line. We were not that kiasu and pushed ourselves way up front. And it was not that crowded at the start, since we still manged to run. And the kids were easily visible. So Alhamdulillah. We were quite worried that we migght have trouble looking for the kids in the sea of greens.
The kids were only energized for the first 1km maybe... After that, Qaid was the first to slow down. Some signs of concern for me, as it might be an indicator that he might be asthmatic? God forbids. Then we split ways. Hubs with Qays, me with Qaid. Now they know the difference between long distance and endurance running against sprinting. So we ran walked alternately. Then Qays started to give in. They can walk alright, but I cannot stand the slowness. So I piggybacked him. I was not at all troubled with it. But he did. Cos his pants n groins were wet from my sweat... Of course Qaid was slow as well, but I couldnt carry him. Qaid is 20 kg while Qays is around 17.5. Not that much different but still.
Tried to push them when garmin showed 300m to go. But they couldnt run stil. So both me and hubs piggybacked each of them. Upon seeing the finishing line (around 100m to go), we sprinted.. Qaid managed to push some sprint. Way to go abang, but of course I won him over. Qays couldnt pick up speed.
The queue at the breakfast booth n mile were surprisingly not too long. We got our food almost immediately, and managed to find a table for us quickly as well. Then suddenly there was Ida at the other end of the table. What a freak coincidence. Of all the places, we have to be seated on the same table.
We had mee kolok and kacang phool. The kacang phool was heavenly. The best ever. I wanted to queue for another round, but the queue was just too long. They apparently came all the way from JB and has no other branch here. There went our only bowl of nice kacang phool.
Then, off we quickly headed back. Qaisar must have been patiently waitinggg...
It's the first long race for them. Their first was a mere 600m, which was no biggie at all, especially for Qaid. It was quite a deal for Qays, as he is still a baby trapped in a kids body. Well, he is actually. He still enjoys Hi-5, Doc McStuffin and the likes. He's a brute alright. But deep inside him, he is still soft. Might be partly due to being a midchild. And handling him is tricky now... Nonetheles, this entry is not about parenting 101, so lets stop the chase.
I have reminded them many times to not to sprint from the start. So much words, advices throughout the start. I was like coach Mama, which I delightfully enjoyed. We started off with some dynamic stretches. The ones that runners should do. Not those simple and not that meaningful stretches that they always taught you back in school. Remember those days, when the instructor (or PE teacher) guided the warmups, it will always be with those twist your wrist, ankles, waist and arms to loosen the joints. I feel a bit cheated now that I know that some of those type of stretches may do you more harm than good. We were quite close to the starting line. We were not that kiasu and pushed ourselves way up front. And it was not that crowded at the start, since we still manged to run. And the kids were easily visible. So Alhamdulillah. We were quite worried that we migght have trouble looking for the kids in the sea of greens.
The kids were only energized for the first 1km maybe... After that, Qaid was the first to slow down. Some signs of concern for me, as it might be an indicator that he might be asthmatic? God forbids. Then we split ways. Hubs with Qays, me with Qaid. Now they know the difference between long distance and endurance running against sprinting. So we ran walked alternately. Then Qays started to give in. They can walk alright, but I cannot stand the slowness. So I piggybacked him. I was not at all troubled with it. But he did. Cos his pants n groins were wet from my sweat... Of course Qaid was slow as well, but I couldnt carry him. Qaid is 20 kg while Qays is around 17.5. Not that much different but still.
Tried to push them when garmin showed 300m to go. But they couldnt run stil. So both me and hubs piggybacked each of them. Upon seeing the finishing line (around 100m to go), we sprinted.. Qaid managed to push some sprint. Way to go abang, but of course I won him over. Qays couldnt pick up speed.
The queue at the breakfast booth n mile were surprisingly not too long. We got our food almost immediately, and managed to find a table for us quickly as well. Then suddenly there was Ida at the other end of the table. What a freak coincidence. Of all the places, we have to be seated on the same table.
We had mee kolok and kacang phool. The kacang phool was heavenly. The best ever. I wanted to queue for another round, but the queue was just too long. They apparently came all the way from JB and has no other branch here. There went our only bowl of nice kacang phool.
Then, off we quickly headed back. Qaisar must have been patiently waitinggg...
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