Run Baby Run ( Do Something New Part 2)

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Good Day, Beautiful People!
Last Saturday, the day before the run. I nearly quit since I injured my hamstrings on Friday. The ‘Angelic’ part of my mind says “Come on, you can do it!” But the ‘Devilish’ part of my mind says “No! You’re in pain! What if you can’t finish the run? It will be so embarassing!” Guess what, the ‘angelic’ part of my mind win the debate. I was determined to finish what I signed up for even I had to walk & be the last to finish the race. Since I was reminded of these living word:
You were running a good race. Who cut in on you to keep you from obeying the truth? (‭Galatians‬ ‭5‬:‭7‬ NIV)
I can do all this through him who gives me strength. (‭Philippians‬ ‭4‬:‭13‬ NIV)

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I was too excited to sleep well and a bit anxious that I overslept. The beautiful sunrise photo above I took it on the Sunday, 10/8/14, on my way to city to surf. A pretty chilly winter morning about 8 degree Celsius. My muscles were frozen stiff. Trying my best to stretch as much as I can.

Incredible atmosphere, 85000 people young and old running the city to surf 14km course from city centre to Bondi Beach, including the infamous ‘heartbreak hill’. Even RedFoo was there. Many spectators cheering the runners all the way! According to news, this is the 44th year, the annual event has already raised over $4,000,000 for charity.

My team were doing as fast as they could. I told my friends to go ahead, I just had to do at my own pace since my muscles are in spasm initially. It is only after 2km I was not in acute pain that I can start to pave myself to run.

Half way through the run, someone said Hi to me. I was surprised to one of the Hope103.2 team by my side. I said I thought I was the last of Hope team. She smiled ” No, you are not. I am the last one of the Hope team.” Seriously, Suzanne is like an angel sent from Heaven to encourage me along the way when my muscles went into spasm. She kept speaking to me along the course “You’re doing very well.” “Are you ok?” “How is your hamstrings doing?” “You’re doing good as a first timer!” “You can do it! You nearly there. Only 4 more km to go.”
I told Suzanne “I’m going to charge last last few km. Will meet her at the finish line at Hope 103.2 stand.” She answered “Go ahead! See you later.”

I ran my best as I knew I was close to finish line. Well, I was a bit disappointed that I took 139min53sec. Certainly, not my personal best but is best for now! The fun part after finished the race was getting my medal. I felt a sense of satisfaction that I actually did it!!!

Imagine after the run, tried to get to your team navigating in a sea of people and was given 3 wrong instruction for a run around. In my mind, I thought I would be able to meet Suzanne at Hope103.2 stand. Yet in reality, by the time, I turned up is nearly 12noon at Hope stand. I was a bit annoyed with myself for not doing all the way with her. Because I wanted to say proper thank you to her kindness to me and cheering me on when my body not 100%. Suzanne Bennett was really such an ANGEL that God sent to me during the run. Truly, is people like her that make the world a nicer place. I may not be given a chance to thank her personally. So I will pay tribute to her here.

Sadly, I heard the bad news of a 27 years old guy, a Fox Sports employee, Chris Head, a fitness fanatic went into cardiac arrest and claimed his life shortly at the end of the run. Life is so short and fragile, my thoughts and prayers for the family.

Through this experience, I learnt that running the race is not just for the young, you will be surprise that some 80 years old can run faster than me. It is about inspiration, motivation, training, endurance, encouragement, perseverance, determination, willpower, focus, moral support and divine guidance.

This remind me of the living word:
He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. (‭Isaiah‬ ‭40‬:‭29-31‬ NIV)
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Hope now you are inspired to try something new. Love to hear from you about a new thing you are going to do or doing or had a new experience.
Last but not least, another HUGE THANKS to all my AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL and GENEROUS SUPPORTERS who HELP me to raise funds to a great CAUSE! I could not have done it without you all!
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Celebrate the life of Dr Maya Angelou (April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014)

Good Day, Beautiful People!

May 28 2014,  the world has lost a legendary poet, author, teacher and warrior of peace, equality and tolerence, Dr Maya Angelou. Heaven gains a great heroine. Her writing has inspired and encouraged multitude in America and around the world. Even though she led a kaleidoscopic  life, her writings was so soulful, sensible and pragmatic. Good night, Dr Maya Angelou. You will always live in our hearts. One day, we will meet in heaven.

In case for some reason you are not familiar with her handiwork, you are in for more than just a treat. It is encouraging, empowering, powerful and life changing. Sharing some of my all time favourites, Dr Maya Angelou’s poems.

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Touched by Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me. 

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

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Below is a significant teeny portion of Dr Maya Angelou interview with Oprah Winfrey.


I will leave you with her last profound tweet, ” Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God.” It is still resounding in my heart.

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