Sunday, December 23, 2012

TOYing with speed


For the past few weeks I have been playing with speed in running. I have never really considered speed an important factor in ultra-running all these while as i have always thought that the fast ones will die fast too. Not until in recent times when you keep seeing ultra-running records come tumbling down. These records in 50 miles, 100km, 100 miles weren't just broken; they were smashed! A big reason to this is runners, athletes alike are paying more and more attention to speed work. Gone are the days where ultra-running is just about running really really long hours covering really really distance. Now the competitive scene in ultra-running is about covering really really long distance in the shortest time possible.

In my personal journey as a runner, i have never been fast. Prior to completing my 100km this year, i have never ran 10km under 40 mins. My best half marathon time so far is still 1 hour 29 mins and marathon time is 3 hrs 21 mins. Speed has never been my trump card in any race; my strengths are in my ability to last really long without fading, and in climbing hills.

So in this period when i don't have the time to run long hours due to work commitment and marriage preparation, i decided to cover all my running in as quick a time as my body allows. Of course i listen to my body very carefully. If i had a really hard run yesterday, today i may go semi-hard, or i might rest to run hard the following day. Another thing i try to do is to add as much hills and elevation as possible in my running, and i thoroughly enjoy the process of treading up steep hills (slowly but never slowed to a hike), and blasting downhill afterwards.

So i have seen my timing go down in a variety of distances and my ability in holding a good speed for a long time improved. A few notable achievements in the past few weeks were,

I managed to cover 12km in 47 mins

A week later, i managed to cover 15km in 59 mins.

My best 3km time is 10m42s and 4km time is 14m20s.

Last week I managed to break a long-standing course record in an extremely hilly road run in Mt Mee. I did 12.9km with a total elevation of 300m in a time of 53m33s. The previous record was held by Ian Kent, current Towoomba Marathon record holder (2hr22m) in a time of 54m43s set about 10 years ago. Ian Kent set this record 3 years after setting the record in Towoomba marathon, when he was still running 35 mins for 10km. (unfortunately a poisonous fume accident released by an agricultural farm while Ian was out running resulted in his lungs being severely damaged and he was not able to run anymore after that).

I have been pleasantly surprised by what the body could do. Previously speed training has never been an area that i wanted to go near, simply because of its high intensity nature and that fact that it results in injuries easily. I dislike slogging out in the trail whilst i was supposed to take easy and enjoy my surrounding. Now that i am doing that quite often, i realised that it is not that difficult after all to run at a reasonably fast pace in a long time, so long as your body is conditioned to do it. I am curious to know how i would fare in 21km and 42km now that i have a lot more speed training under my belt.

Finally just some updates on the statistics for the past two weeks.


10-16 Dec 2012

Total distance: 48.5km
Total elevation: 1161m
Total time: 3hr52min
Average speed: 4.80 min/km
Speed work (Thursday): 2 X (5x400m). Each 400m around 1m 10-15s

17-23 Dec 2012

Total distance: 71.3km
Total elevation: 1547m
Total time: 5hr46min
Average speed: 4.85 min/km
Speed work (Thursday) : 5 X 800m. 2:40, 2:40, 2:38, 2:36, 2:33

My cute little nephew. I hope he is ready to be our wedding page boy next year! 
Photo present from my fiancee!  
Post-run treat. What a way to quench thirst!
I went to learn cooking in a Thai Restaurant so that i can cook for my future wife one day. :)
My first Thai Special Fried Rice! :D
Visiting my neighbour who breeds beagles! Beagles and retrievers are two of our favourite dogs!
Breast-feeding the pups!
Mt Mee. Stunning scenery. Planning to move here next year!
Winery in Mt Mee
Visiting Mt Mee Community Mountain-top Church

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Angel



Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance,
For a break that would make it okay.
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough,
And it's hard, at the end of the day.
I need some distraction,
Oh, beautiful release.
Memories seep from my veins.
Let me be empty,
Oh, and weightless,
And maybe I'll find some peace tonight.

Chorus
In the arms of the angel,
Fly away from here,
From this dark, cold hotel room,
And the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage,
Of your silent reverie.
You're in the arms of the angel,
May you find some comfort here.

So tired of the straight line,
And everywhere you turn,
There's vultures and thieves at your back.
The storm keeps on twisting.
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack.
It don't make no difference,
Escape one last time.
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness,
Oh, this glorious sadness,
That brings me to my knees.

You're in the arms of the angel,
May you find some comfort here.

My favourite song. 

A friend once texted me the lyrics of the song when i was down and having insomnia. What a comforting thought. Thank you. Wherever you are, i miss our friendship. :)



When art meets surgery


The British sculptor Barbara Hepworth met orthopaedic surgeon Norman Capener in 1944, an encounter that proved to be fruitful in many ways. One of Hepworth's daughters, Sarah, had osteomyelitis (infection of the bone) and Capener had operated on her at the Princess Elizabeth Orthopaedic Hospital in Exeter. The artists struck up a friendship with the surgeon, and Capener later visited the family in St Ives where Hepworth taught him to carve.

In return, Capener suggested that Hepworth observe him operate, initially in Exeter and later at the Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital and the London Clinic, where she also observed orthopaedic surgeon Reginald Watson-Jones and ENT surgeon Edward Rodney Garnett Passe. The rapid sketches she made in the theatre led to a remarkable series of almost 80 drawings and paintings, 35 of which are now on display at the Hepworth Wakefield's Barbara Hepworth: The Hospital Drawings.

A highlight is the series of six paintings based on her observations of Garnett Passe performing delicate “fenestration” of the ear operations, to reverse otosclerosis. She noted that she was struck by “the long concentration, the minuteness of the work and the weight of the equipment and the power of control behind the work”. Hepworth's drawings convey both the manual dexterity and compassion of surgeon and theatre sisters at work, and she sought to capture the abstract quality of surgically gowned figures moving within confined spaces. 

Hepworth later recalled how: “I became completely absorbed by two things: first, the co-ordination between human beings all dedicated to the saving of a life, and the way that unity of idea and purpose dictated a perfection of concentration, movement, and gesture, and secondly by the way this special grace (grace of mind and body), induce a spontaneous space composition, an articulated and animated kind of abstract sculpture very close to what I had been seeking in my own work.”

Such is the beautiful art of surgery. Whilst I am far from possessing any of these qualities portrayed in Hepworth's paintings, I certainly hope to emulate the amazing and unique works of these surgeons one day - where amidst the rush, the imperfection, and sometimes crude exchange between the theatre staff, something as magical as Hepworth's painting would be made manifest and witnessed again by another human being.      

Dr Capener - delicately putting on his gloves, eyes full of compassion
Barbara Hepworth at work

The scalpel
An ear operation
Orthopaedic operation
The scalpel 2
A theatre sister
Delivery of baby
Gowning up - a process which remains unchanged today



Monday, November 26, 2012

Ward call


In an hour's time, i will be driving to the hospital to begin two weeks of overnight ward call. For those who are not familiar with term, ward call is basically a job where the on-call doctor is called upon to respond to all medical needs that may arise in the hospital when all the day doctors have left for home. The call can range from anything trivial (eg writing medication chart), to life-threatening emergencies (eg heart attack or pulmonary embolism).

Typically when i think of ward call, i have shivers down my spine because of the unpredictable nature of it. I remembered the first call i ever received was to see a mental health patient who was spiking temperature, aggressive in a semi-comatose way, and he had a needle found in his groin (he is a drug-addict). Was it drug intoxication? Was it sepsis (infection in the blood stream)?  Was it drug-induced psychosis? Those were my thoughts as i traipsed to the mental health ward.

Notwithstanding the fact that i had great difficulty getting a cannula into his vein (drug addicts have notoriously difficult veins because of all the times they have stabbed themselves), i also had no idea how to deal with someone extremely un-cooperative who has the potential to do harm to us if he is tipped off the wrong way.

That was indeed my cruel introduction to ward call.

Things did improve along the way. Slowly i learned how to deal with the common problems in the hospital, and to be a detective to investigate why is this person sick or presenting in this way at this point in time. Because this is the first time we are seeing the patients, we have no idea what they came to the hospital with, the past medical history, the progress in the hospital, the medications they are on etc. I would look thru past notes, pull up the lab results, glance thru their medication chart and vital signs etc, with the hope that i might be able to find out the reason for his or her current problem.

Thankfully, most of the jobs that came after this horrendous mental health call were trivial stuff. Later on, i was told that that mental heath call was more of a rare case rather than a norm. Ward call doctors usually go thru most nights without any major difficulty.

Whilst i hope this would be the case for tonight, at the same time i am looking forward to some challenge. I think immersing ourselves in difficult situations is the best way to learn. Yes knowledge plays an important role during this period, and all doctors should always be doing some form of reading up, but to be able to apply the knowledge when one is placed in a highly stressful environment is the quality that distinguishes ordinary doctors from extraordinary doctors.


In South Africa

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Week summary (19-25 Nov)


This week, i have done some trail running, mountain running (ok, more hiking than running), and road running. Each activity allows me to work on a particular area of my running, thereby strengthening it. Trail running allows me to learn to deal with the technical aspect of running, avoiding rocks, negotiating with sharp bends and balancing myself on extremely uneven and rocky surface. Mountain running (hiking) builds the leg strength in general as the entire musculature of the lower limbs are being worked during ascent and descent. In the long run, it actually improves one's running economy, allowing a person to use up less oxygen for the same energy expenditure of the legs. And last but not least, road running allows me to work on speed and high intensity stamina. Running in trail for too long, you will gradually lose your speed and the ability to maintain top speed for a long time. It's good to throw it some road running every now and to train you to be fast. So that's what i have been doing this week! It's really fun to add variety into one's training, something which i did not do much this year.

Ahh. Why did i end up talking about training again? I don't mean to do this. I have been intentionally keeping myself from running or talking about running too much in this period as I have other priorities at the moment. But oh well. Since i am posting my week summary log, might as well just share about what i have done in the week.

I am really excited to going to Blue Mountains, Sydney with Raymun next weekend. A massive project coming up in Dec 2014. Stay tuned! :D

Total distance: 55.8km
Total time: 4hours36mins
Total elevation: 1132m 
Average speed: 4.95 min/km


Monday, November 19, 2012

Week Summary (12-18 Nov)


I am just doing maintenance run at the moment. Run which maintains my fitness, but is not too long and time-consuming as i have other more important things to do. In most days after i get back from work, i would slip on my shoes and hit the mountains and the trails. It feels good to de-stress this way!  :)

Can't wait to go Blue Mountains at the end of this month!

Total distance: 57km
Total time: 4hrs25mins
Total elevation: 1087m
Average speed: 4.65 min/km

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Mental Health


Have you been having low mood for unexplained reason? Have you been waking up early than you should, and find it hard to return to sleep again? Do you find yourself struggling with persistent negative thoughts about yourself or others that you know don't come from you? Is your loved one suffering from chronic anxiety and you don't know how to help him/her?



Welcome to the world of Mental Health.

I have just completed 6 weeks of work in the Mental Health ward, and i have but only a glimpse of the desperation, darkness and depravity of human hearts.

Everyday we see people with schizophrenia, delusional disorder, eating disorder, depression, anxiety, borderline personality disorder, obsessive compulsive disorder etc.

The chronic schizophrenic who is starving himself to death because he believes he has no guts (his weight dropped from 76kg to 37.9kg over 6 months); the lady who sought comfort in self-harm and frequently cuts her chest and breasts and inserts objects into her wounds; the soft-spoken, constantly-avoiding-eye-contact lady who was raped by her father at the age of 14 and carried a child whom she has not met since birth; the stout, bulky man who always points his fingers to the sky and speaks to the 'someone' and told of secrets from the Devil that he is not allowed to disclose; the young attractive woman who is totally disinhibited and is sexually inappropriate toward everyone including other male patients; the mildly obese lady who struggles with pathological compulsive thoughts of suicide (and carries it out most of the times), the guy who suffers from drug abuse, marital breakdown and depression; and the list continues...




There are so many things i want to share about my experience with these mentally ill patients and i don't know where to start.

People don't become mentally ill overnight. The days, weeks, and even years leading to someone's first presentation to Mental Health ward are always worth exploring. We learned so much about a person when the person starts to divulge his past, his childhood, his family, his relationships etc. I find a recurring pattern in a lot of the depressed patients: if someone has been abandoned by one of his parents at an early age, the impact on his/her sub-conscious is massive and it manifests in so many different ways when the person grows up.

My consultant always tells me: it's easy to arrive at a diagnosis. It's easy to just prescribe medications for the mentally-ill. What is difficult is getting to the heart of it: why did this person become unwell? Almost everyone gets criticised every now and then, why only this lady has a mal-adaptive way of responding to criticism by cutting herself? So many young people take illicit drugs, why only this person became psychotic as a result of it? A lot of working couples send their kids to child-care centres during day time, why only this lady becomes so suddenly obsessed with the safety of her son, who despite frequent reassurances, insists that the son's safety is in jeopardy? Every day, people get hurt, relationships break up, workers lose their jobs, why only this special group of people end up in hospital for the common assaults faced by everyone?

Throughout my 6 weeks in the ward, i have grown close to some of the patients. Their stories fascinate me. In contrast to a lot of the older doctors/consultants who roll their eyes and let out a huge sigh whenever a patient says he has died 5 times and has half a million in his bank account, my eyes perk up and i am fascinated. I want to know why this person thinks this way. I want to listen to his stories. I want to see what his inner world is like, if he would let me.

RH and I. No one believed him when he said he had half a million in his bank account, until he proved it. 

Before I started my mental health rotation, I must admit that i was quite skeptical about people with mental illness. Partly because of the chronicity of the illness, partly because my own experience in that my father has been suffering from depression for the 30 years and he is not getting any better, I kinda think that people with mental illness are pretty much hopeless. I mean seriously, you don't expect a person who has been staring into spaces, drooling and talking to the 'invisible' person to one day sit next to you and discuss about the politics or academics or whatever people talk nowadays, do you?

However, i found that i could not be more wrong in this aspect. Mentally ill patients do get better. They do return to an acceptable level of functioning which allows them to be integrated into our society. I have personally witnessed a lady in her fifties who was brought to the ward completely psychotic and mumbling gibberish and throwing magazines into every room, who after 1 week of treatment, became mentally sound again. We sat down later on and had a normal conversation and she was telling us how she just 'lost' it because of too much stress in her life. I saw a similar guy who was floridly delusional and psychotic with extremely poor self care and hygiene, who after some time of treatment, improved remarkably, and though he still has pressured speech and blunted affect (common for schizophrenic), his thinking is very much normal like you and me. I have seen depressed women having the motivation to live again, suicidal young men regaining their will to live and are determined more than ever to save their marriage and work for a better future.

Of course, not all mentally ill patient get well. Many continue in their perpetual cycle of recovery and relapse. They get psychotic, come to the ward, improve, gets discharged, only to return to mental health ward again 3 weeks or 3 months later. Some patient don't ever improve at all. They never gain insight. As a matter of fact, the percentage of patients who eventually become well is much smaller than the group who continue in their illness.

JD. The day of discharge - after he spent 41 days in the ward. 

Medications, obviously, is only one part of the answer. Often times, mental illness begins in the heart and mind of a person. If the trigger persists, the illness starts to spread to other parts of the body, i.e the physical. His sleep starts to be affected, so is his appetite, energy level, concentration, daily functioning. These physical disturbances, in turn cause a person to sink deeper into his emotional abyss. When a mental illness reaches this stage, it's not only the emotional and psychological part that you have to treat, but also the physical part. And this is where medications come in. Medications fix the physical symptoms, and places the person in a position where he or she can start tackling the emotional/psychological part.

If one of your loved ones is suffering from mental illness, i have the following to say to you.

Firstly, you are not alone.

Secondly, your loved one is not the only person suffering too. There are many people out there who are suffering from mental illnesses eg depression, anxiety, obsessive-compulsive behaviour that we don't know about because we never shared them. There is still a lot of stigma and discrimination of the mentally ill in our society today.

Thirdly, don't do this alone! Don't fight the battle alone. Seek help! Find a private psychiatrist, speak to a psychologist, a counsellor, or a close friend. If medication is necessary, don't feel bad about taking it. Lots of people need medication to pull them over the acute phase. And once they feel better, which normally takes about 6 months to 1 year, they can start weaning the medication off.

Fourthly, as much as you can, involve different groups of people whom you trust. Doctors, all the members of the family, close relatives and friends, church, other people who have walked the same path before. Someone who is mentally ill cannot be isolated from the rest of the society. Being isolated may feel like a good coping mechanism initially, but it will do more harm to that person in the long run as he or she loses the connection and interaction with other human beings that are so vital in the recovery.

Unfortunately in Malaysia, Mental health is an extremely under-developed specialty and we really have so much more to improve on. There is very little awareness on the illness amongst the general public and as doctors we tend to shun it as much as we can, preferring to deal with other simpler diseases like hypertension and diabetes because they are measurable and seemingly more treatable.

I hope everything i have written is of some help to some of you.

My prayer is out for anyone who is  suffering from a mental illness. You are not alone. God loves you despite of your illness. He sees the real you, and He wants to heal you, if you would let Him.


A movie about a lady with borderline personality disorder starring Angelina Jolie.
Girl, interrupted (some meaningful dialogue)

Susanna [talking to the psychiatrist]: Explain what? Explain to a doctor that the laws of physics can be suspended? That what goes up may not come down? Explain that time can move backwards and forwards, and now to then, and back again, and... you can't control it? 



Lisa: You know, there's too many buttons in the world. There's too many buttons and they're just- There's way too many just begging to be pressed,they're just begging to be pressed,you know? They're just - they're just begging to be pressed, and it makes me wonder, it really makes me f***ing wonder, why doesn't anyone ever press mine? Why am I so neglected? Why doesn't anyone reach in and rip out the truth and tell me that I'm a f***ing whore, or that my parents wish I were dead?
Susanna:
Because you're dead already, Lisa! No one cares if you die, Lisa because you're dead already. Your heart is cold. That's why you keep coming back here. You're not free. You need this place, you need it to feel alive. It's pathetic.
Lisa:
[falls down to her knees and screams]
Susanna:
I've wasted a year of my life. Maybe everyone out there is a liar. And maybe the whole world is "stupid" and "ignorant" but I'd rather be in it. I'd rather be fucking in it than down here with you. 


Angelina Jolie starring Lisa (left) and Winona Ryder starring Susanna (right)

Monday, November 5, 2012

Exciting plans ahead


I just returned from a run in the forest and the mountain. What was special about today's run was i have no idea where i was heading; i was simply taking a step at a time and let the trail guide me. In my mind, i was meditating on a few things - God's amazing love, His wonderful creation, and some exciting plans ahead. The thing about such an 'aimless' run is that it allows the heart to be free and easy. It also brought a clarity in my thinking that i have never had before. Oh God, Thank You for this beautiful day. :)

I have been busy with wedding preparation the past two weeks. Guest list, accommodation, wedding day events, worship service, gate-crashing ceremony, holy matrimony, videography and photography, are amongst the many things that kept me occupied. Basically I have two principles when it comes to wedding. First, keep it as simple and as down to earth as possible. What is most important is having friends who truly matter to you to be there to witness and bless the marriage. Better to toast with friends and relatives who sincerely wish the best for you, than to face a crowd of faces who don't know you for a bar of soap, and are there only because of obligation. Besides, the quality of a marriage has no correlation whatsoever with the magnitude or the extravagance of the wedding day ceremony anyway.

Second, make it as special for your bride as possible. If a lady is willing to entrust her life into your hands, then she deserves the most memorable wedding ever. The thing about making something special is not always necessarily about spending money (although money does play a big part!). It means paying meticulous attention to small details, adding surprise when she least expects it, and doing everything with our heart. :) In this regard, i am still learning everyday.

Something is bothering me lately..

It hurts me that you are not making effort to be there on my big day. Maybe i have misunderstood you or i am expecting too much. I was thinking: If it's one of my best friends' wedding, i will try my best to be there no matter what. But you don't really seem to care. You just continue your life as if nothing has happened. Maybe we have lost the affection and respect for each other that we once had.. or maybe it's busyness at work that caused us to drift apart.. We just don't seem to share similar passion or dreams anymore.. Whatever it is, i am glad at least we have had some beautiful past memories that i can return to, and i do secretly hope that one day, we can do the things that we love again. :)

Finally, one of my best friends - Raymun, and i will be heading to Blue Mountains, Sydney from 30 Nov - 4 Dec to camp and run in the mountain. I am really excited about being able to spend quality time with someone who is very dear to me, who shares the same passion and interest. During this time, we will be spending time planning a massive project that is coming up in 2014. I am not going to reveal what it is yet, but it's the biggest yet in our lives, wilder and crazier than what we can imagine. I am extremely psyched about this! Will write about this project after we have come up with a draft. Stay tuned!


29 Oct - 4 Nov 2012

Total distance: 47.2km
Total elevation: 891m
Total time: 4 hours 1 min
Average speed: 5.10 min/km



Blue Mountains
Trans-Titiwangsa expedition (2008). Raymun (centre), Rachel (bottom right) - I never knew she would be my future wife :D
6-day hike across the 'spine' of Malaysia. Raymun (front)
Wilderness as far as the eyes could see

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Northface 100 Singapore 2012


Last year, i had a difficult time at TNF Singapore when doing 50km. There were a few mishaps notably some dishonest behaviour by a few elite runners whose names i will not reveal here and i remembered bonking in the last 10km of the race. I remembered the 'suffering' vividly and i was hoping for a different outcome this year in the 100km category.

TNF 2011
Torn calf sleeve
Rachel sewing up skilfully :D
Pre-TNF meditation. Psalms 91.

Before the race, Ford and i chanced upon each other on facebook and we agreed to run together for as long as possible. 'So it's a date then!', he said before he signed off. Haha.. An amicable friend indeed! However when the race started, i saw Ford in front of me and i tried to run easy to see if i could catch up to him. Soon it turned out that the gap between us was getting bigger and i was having no chance of catching him. I had no intention of speeding up so early in the race so i was content running at the back with Jeri.

At the start
Game on
I met Jeri at TMBT and we only got to speak very briefly then. This time we had plenty of time to chat since i was intent on conserving energy and 'leeching' on her at the same time. My biggest fear in this race was getting lost, so when i knew that i could not keep up with Ford, i was not going to pass out another chance of losing another local with superior knowledge of the trails. As we talked, it turned out that we both had one thing in common. We both studied in ACJC! I had to resist my urge to ask her which year she was there though. Not a nice thing to ask a woman of her age! :D

I was not bothered to find out what position i was in. I knew Ricky Lightfoot, Anders and Ford were definitely ahead of us, and maybe there were some other overseas runners ahead as well. We arrived at 10km mark at exactly 1 hour.

Soon ours became a party of four. We caught up with Sam (my eldest brother's ex-colleague from Barclays who finished joint 2nd place in TMBT 50km), and Matt from Australia joined us from behind. Four of us ran together from 10km to ~16km before three of us started pulling away from Jeri.

Matt from Australia
Ricky with his monster speed
I must say that right from the beginning, I was not feeling too good. For one, I ate too much during dinner. I thought i was going to need those energy, but little did i know that my body was not able to digest them in time for the race. Throughout the first half of the race, my stomach kinda felt odd and i kept having some weird 'pasta/pizza' taste coming up my throat. I had to resist my urge to vomit in a few occasions too.

To make the matter worse, at approximately 15km in the last aid station before we entered into the long stretch of Gangsa Track, I made a highly concentrated electrolyte drink without realising it (i usually just insert one electrolyte tablet into my water bottle but this time the top tablet had been reduced into powder and i must have put all the powder and accidentally inserted another broken piece as well). The next checkpoint was 10km away, and that meant running in the heat and humidity of the night for AN HOUR WITHOUT ANY WATER. At this point, the thought of DNF-ing certainly occurred to me a number of times.

I knew it was going to be a long day from then on. I was not enjoying the run at all. Running in the dark kinda felt like i was boxed into a confined space, with just a small area of brightness in front. Usually in other races, i gain a lot of strength and inspiration from the beautiful surrounding and i use it to power forward. But this time i could hardly see anything in the dark. The progress seemed slow, and though the pace felt like a 5 min/km pace, we were really only running at 6 min/km. The heat and humidity all combined to make it an extremely challenging race for me.

At that time, i thought to myself: It's either i quit now, and call my family and ask them to pick me up, or I persevere.

When we reached Mandai Orchid Garden loop, I saw Anders just completed the loop and was on his way to Lorong Asrama. My guess was he was probably 10-15 mins ahead of us and Ford would not be far away too.

When Matt, Sam and i reached Lorong Asrama, we were told that three runners have already passed. They must be the usual suspects: Ricky, Anders and Ford. After we refilled our bottle, we set off to tackle the hardest part of the 50km loop - Hill 265. Throughout the time, I was slightly ahead of both of them but never out of sight from them.

When i had completed the Mandai loop and reached checkpoint 1, to my surprise, someone called out to me. It was Ford! Apparently he fell during downhill and sprained his ankle. Now his ankle had swollen to the point that medic did not clear him to run. I could see the sheer look of disappointment written all over his face, and I felt really sad for him. His preparation leading to TNF had been flawless and everyone was anticipating him to be the first Singaporean to cross the line. It is such a pity that his race had to end this way.

From then on, I started pulling away from Sam and Matt. I was running alone for the first time, and would be so for the remaining part of the first 50km of the race until around 46km when i caught a glimpse of Anders in front of me. I ran up to him and we both made our way to the half way point together in joint 2nd place in exactly 5 hours.

When we reached MacRitchie, I heard some familiar voices shouting my name. My family and my gf were waiting for me there! Wow, finally something good! Suddenly i felt empowered and motivated to run again. I made a quick transition, and was on the trail once again. In my heart, i was really grateful for the support of my gf and family, and even though the day had been crappy so far, the thought having my family there was good enough to keep me going.


Half way mark with Anders
Rick was more than 1 hour ahead and i know there is virtually no hope to catching him. My goal then was just to maintain 2nd position and finish the race.

The second half was pretty unremarkable except for two things: My stomach played up and I had a sudden bout of diarrhoea at 70km mark (I shall not reveal where i released the bomb! :D :D :D), and i was consistently running 5-10 mins slower than 6 min/km pace for every 10km. I arrived at 60km at ~6:07, 65km at ~6:40, 75km at ~7:45, 85km at ~8:50 and 90km at ~9:25.

My stomach continued to be problematic and I was only able to swallow gels most of the time. I did manage to consume one bar in the entire 100km, but that was with much difficulty and i could only take small bits every few minutes.

I did not know how far was Anders behind me until i completed Lorong Asrama loop and the marshals told me I had a 30-min lead on the third runner.

In the final 10km, my body had taken such a beating for the past 9.5 hours that i felt i have hit the wall. I think i have way exceeded my fatigue point, and the only thing which kept me going was my family. I saw my family at 93km mark again and my eldest brother kept telling me to dig deep to finish the race.

At 93 km mark
The last 7km felt like the longest in my life. I had absolutely nothing felt in the tank. Running for a mere 5 minutes felt like endless and I could not help but walk every now and then. That was exactly how i felt last year in TNF in the final 10km. Physically and mentally i was done. Perhaps emotionally i still had a bit left coz my family was there.

Finally with much alternation between walking and running, i finished the race in 2nd place in 10:44:37.

Finish line

I saw Ford and Jean (his wife) at the finish line and Ford was really just so gracious to stay behind to cheer all the runners on despite having his race ruined by a sprained ankle. In my mind, I have no doubt that if he did not have the accident, he would have finished in 2nd place instead.

Ford and Jean. Lovely couple!
I have always wanted to make my family proud. I was so touched by every single one of them. Although this race would go down in my memory as the most torturous race I have done, it will always carry a tinge of sweetness in it because of them. :)

My family. I have a pretty big support crew heh? :D
Harn just completed his '50km'. 
Thank you, Love
My brother in law - Lin Hui and cute little Joel
Eli (my eldest brother's son) itching to run too!
Harn and his gf
John (my mentor in high school and college) and his two kids 
100km prize presentation
My love and i
Appa (left) and my eldest brother (who screamed the loudest for me!)
Xavier (my 2nd brother) and Zoe (his gf)
Harn (my 3rd brother) and his gf