Today, I hid in a bush while out running in a group

If ever there was a zombie apocalypse, or if for any reason running was the only option to preserve humanity – I, Lisa J. Ariffin, self-proclaimed running reporter – hereby offer myself as first tribute because:

1. I am a nice person.


2. I cannot run to save my life. (This is secondary. I’m doing it because I’m a nice person. Really)

There you have it. I cannot run to save my life. In fact, I cannot run 1km now without stopping to catch my breath.

Hey Lisa! Remember when you used to run full marathons for fun?


I do not.

As per my 2015 resolutions, I had vowed to attend every single triathlon club meet this semester – and attend I did. Yesterday, I was the first to show up at the cycling tracks and first to go home (after 5 minutes) because I did not have a helmet with me and was not allowed to participate. Today, I was the first to show up for interval training and first to go home (after 5 minutes) because I could not keep up with the running group.

Yes. I was left trailing the rest of the 30-or-so group. I was left trailing so far behind that I decided to hide in a bush until they turned a corner, then I walked home. My “run” was less than 1km.

So how did I manage to go from this:


To this:

1. I don’t know, really.

2. Might be the weather, really.

This is not an excuse. Seriously, it might be.

As you likely know, I now reside in lovely Cardiff, where the people are (somewhat) friendly, food is (somewhat) tasty, drinking water is free (tap), parks are beautiful, milk is cheap, potatoes are abundant, and weather is shit.

Presently, the temperature outside is 6°C, “which is warmer now than when you were back in Malaysia for the holidays”, said Dom. I don’t care. It’s freezing and it hurts my chest and lungs when I run.

To be fair, the first time I tried running outdoors was yesterday evening. Weather was warmer then, and at 7°C, I was out running in shorts. And by running, what I really mean is struggling. I could not run 400m without stopping to catch my breath. If ever there was a point in life when I sunk to the lowest – that was it. That gut wrenching few seconds when I stopped, bent over, put my hands on my knees, and almost fainted from exhaustion.


I walked 11.1km anyway, but what is going on here? Whatever happened to running 6 hours without stopping? Whatever happened to running 1km without stopping? What happened to running 500m without dying? (Figuratively of course, you Grammar nazis)

I now fear the next triathlon meet on Thursday and would likely cry in bed instead while the others are out on their long-distance training.


Seriously though, is it the weather that’s making breathing difficult? Or has my body given up on me completely?

I guess I shall find out on Thursday. For live updates, follow me on Twitter @lisajariffin as I tweet from the back of the running pack, or behind a bush.


Run more than 1,500km in 2015? Challenge accepted.

Last year, a very enthusiastic running reporterreporter by profession, runner by self-declaration – made a list of 4 resolutions to be fulfilled in the now-decidedly eventful year of 2014. Among this was the impossible resolution of running 56K a week, which she… I mean, I, obviously did not commit to. Nonetheless, I had managed to complete the targeted 2XU full marathon in March, along with 5 other 42K runs throughout the year (including two full marathons within a week!). Surely, this trumps running 8K a day until March? First resolution – fulfilled. Sort of.


My second resolution was to run 1,000km in 2014, WHICH I TOTALLY SMASHED.

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That’s me… running 1,020km in 2014. You can’t see it on the chart, so you’ll have to take my word for it. Because you know, whatever that is on the Internet must be true. That’s why it’s on the Internet. Because it’s true.


I then figured out how to balance full-time work and full-time studies. The solution was so simple, really! I don’t know why I did not think of it sooner. Basically, all I had to do was quit my job.


Lastly, I vowed to pass second year law and achieve good enough grades to get into Cardiff law school.


 Hallo! I did it. I am in the UK now.

And there you have it! All four 2014 resolutions fulfilled in their own special way. No more unrealistic resolutions for this lazy law student running reporter! Which of course, brings me to the much-dreaded much-anticipted resolutions of 2015:

1. Run more than 1,500km this year.

It’s really not so bad when you think about it, really. 1,500km in 365 days would average 4.1km a day. Therefore, if I run a full marathon (42K), I can not run for the next 9 days. Therefore, if I run one full marathon a month, I can have 9 rest days a month. However, I would have to train adequately so I won’t get injured along the way. Therefore, I would have to run almost every day to clock in enough miles. Therefore, I would probably be lazy and stay in bed and watch TV and binge on cake. #seemslegit #logicalLisa

2. Get into Bar school in London.

This is likely the hardest thing to do this year, because a) The entry requirements are particularly challenging; and b) I am forced to resit an English test which I almost failed the first time around.


3. Actually attend triathlon training/ rifle club meetings.

One of the main reasons I chose Cardiff University was for their competitive Triathlon Club. I had decided to join the Club long before I decided to join the University. Needless to say, I signed up to the Club at the first opportunity presented (at the University’s Sports Fair). Excitedly, I bought a road bike, I bought triathlon gear, and I bragged to everybody about finally becoming a triathlete. I have not been to a single training since.

I’m doing pretty alright in rifle club, though! I have been to a whopping three meetings in the first semester and have shot 40 bullets in total. That’s more shorts fired in the month of October, 2014 than in my previous 24 years in existence. Of course, the rifle club meets at the range twice a week and my attendance has been shameful, to say the least.

Hence, my third New Year’s resolution is to attend as many club meets as possible, and try not to come up with excuses to slack from training.

4. I know I’ve said losing weight will never be on a resolutions list, but my current situation is dire.

This was what I looked like in February, 2014:


This was what I looked like in March, 2014:


This was what I looked like in June, 2014:


This was what I looked like on December 28, 2014/ now:


Holy. Shit. Moly.

This is bad bad bad. But this is not going to be one of those usual I’m going to lose weight resolutions that I will stick to for a month, then binge as soon as I get the opportunity to. Nope. I’m going to binge whenever I want.

This resolution is useless, and already not going well.


5. Lastly, sort out my time and finances accordingly.

This is crucial for most things in my life; from studying, to training, to dating, and to living, in general. I need to set aside time to train as much as I need time to study (this is still my priority). Moreover, I need to stop spending unnecessarily (goodbye, unnecessary sweets and snacks and all things delicious; goodbye, 10 different pairs of shoes; goodbye, wearing a different outfit each day), as moving to London will be expensive. What I need to do now, is go out and get myself a 2015 organizer because the planner on my smartphone is too complicated for me I am so hipster, like that. That is all.

FIVE (somewhat) realistic New Year’s resolutions this year, including the evergreen I will lose weight this year vow. And I will. You just watch.

Despite the unfortunate events that have befallen my beloved Tanah Tumpahnya Darahku this year, I daresay this has been one of my best years yet! I left my job with a string of impactful new stories under my belt; I have been crowned was named top student in class (again); I’ve completed 6 full marathons and numerous shorter races; I’ve had my heart broken many times before I found the one to mend it completely. #luckyLisa

So here’s to a more eventful and fruitful 2015! May all our wishes come true this year. With a little effort and self-belief, I am pretty sure they will 🙂


Greetings from Cardiff!

Ironic. As I am leaving Cardiff soon, and returning to Tanah Tumpahnya Darahku over the weekend.

But this post is not about conquering Cardiff. This post is about my exploits as The Running Reporter – Also ironic. Because I am no longer a reporter by profession. And mainly, because I have given up on running, unless it is running after cute boys. I had many times considered changing the name of my blog, but I doubt “The Lazy Law Student” would get as many hits and followers.

So what have I been up to in the last 6 months?

1. Running more full marathons.

3 more, to be precise. That brings the count to a total of 7 full marathons in my lifetime, 6 in 2014 alone – not bad, I think!

I ran the Melaka River International Marathon in record-breaking time – Stepping across an invisible finish line after the organizers had packed up and left. In my defense, I was running walking with a first-time marathoner friend who was struggling after the first 10K.


melaka medal

I travelled to Kuching, East Malaysia, where Reuben was nothing short of a perfect host and dear friend, while I ran the Kuching International Marathon.



I also made some new chubby friends in East Malaysia. #bff


Before pan-frying and eating them for breakfast. #shortlivedfriendship



I ran the Island Ocean Marathon in Langkawi, where I slept in a stuffy car for two nights because I was too much of a miser to stay in a hotel. Note to self: Sleeping in a car before and after a full marathon is definitely in top 3 on my #StupidLisa list.


2. I ate a lot of bread. A lot of bread.

gardenia bakeries


One month before my second year law finals, I woke up realizing I had only a month before my second year law finals. In a state of panic, I had locked myself in my room and survived solely on a plain loaf of Gardenia bread a day. And coffee. So. Much. Damn. Coffee. And that, was how I got a first in my exams and was crowned was named top student in class.

Note to readers: The Lisa Bread Diet has been ill-advised against by all dietitians, health professionals and anyone with a working brain. Follow at own risk.

3. I moved to Cardiff, Wales.



This photo was taken in Bath, England. But I’m in the UK, you get the gist.

Cardiff was depressing at first, as I came here alone. However, over the weeks, I found friends who share similar interests in laundry and omelettes, and we formed a laundry and omelette orgy. I could not be happier.


I have an official boyfriend (it’s on Facebook. Can’t get more official than that), and we look great together.


Dom-the-boyfriend even took me to Comic Con, where I got a picture taken with a star of the TV series “Game of Thrones” – Only later, I realized I had mistaken the actor for somebody else. But only later!


I said hello to a phone booth. No, that’s not a typo. I said hello to it. Not inside it.


And I conquered Cardiff Castle in my Adventure Time hat! I went there, and was like: “I want to go inside! Let me in!” They were so impressed, they gave me a Key to the Castle.


Disclaimer: If you live or work in Cardiff you can apply for a Castle Key which gives you FREE admission to this world-class heritage attraction for 3 years. There is an administration charge of £5 per Castle Key card issued. For more information, visit here.

4. I joined a gym.

Then I quit that gym.

5. I started third year law.

Third year law is not going well. I don’t want to talk about it.

6. I found this awesome hat.

burger head

7. I finally got a box for all my medals!


There you have it! An extensive list of the past 6 months of my life, excluding really important and eventful moments.

As I will be back in sunny Kuala Lumpur for 5 weeks, I cannot use bitch weather cold weather as an excuse not to run outdoors anymore. This could only mean… I must come up with a better excuse, and quick.

Or I could lace up my running shoes, go outside, take a selfie, and boast on social media about how far I’ve walked from my room to the front of my house.

Or I could actually run the usual 10K a day.




Typical thoughts during a 10K race

1. I wonder if my squat exercises have been paying off and if my ass looks incredible in these shorts. Speaking of which, best get my ass to the front of the crowd because I’m going to win this race.
2. Okay, I’m not going to win this race but it’s nice to think I am faster than most people here, so best I go to the front of the line.
3. Oh, there’s the gun! Go feet, go!
4. Look at all these pretentious assholes sprinting past me. Nobody can keep up that pace for 10K.
5. Right? Right?
6. This run feels great! I’m feeling really optimistic. Perhaps I can clock a new PB.
7. More pretentious assholes running past me. I wonder if there are Kenyans running this race. If there are Kenyans, then no guesses who would win the race.
8. Me, of course.
9. Not really, but that would be nice.
10. Oh, a hill! I probably shouldn’t have avoided hill work during training, but too late for that now. Over the hill, I go!
11. I freaking hate hills! But can’t slow down or walk on the first hill. Must keep up appearances, let others think I’m a legit runner.
12. Phew! That wasn’t so bad, other than my heart wanting to burst out of my chest. I sure hope there are no more hills on this course.
13. Ooo… I’m starting to overtake other runners. Must be quite a distance into the race. Run faster, Lisa!
14. Worst. Idea. Ever. I’ve slowed down considerably and other runners are overtaking me now. Noooo!
15. A WATER STATION! I hope they have isotonic drinks. I could do with some salt and sugar right now.
16. They don’t! Looks like water will have to do.
17. That was nice. I’m must be halfway through the race already. Wonder when is the next water station. Probably at KM8.
19. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
20. Don’t panic, brain. You’ve done this before. You’ve completed 2 marathons. 10K is daily exercise.
21. No, it’s not. 10K is hell.
22. Okay, calm down and keep running. You can do this.
23. Why did I sign up for this race anyway? After this race, I’m never going to run again.
24. Oh look, a photographer! Best put on my best smile.
25. BLOODY CAMERAMAN WASN’T AIMING HIS CAMERA AT ME. Some people just don’t know good-looking when they see it.
26. Another bloody hill. Great. I’ll walk now, because I’m sure I have a long way to go.
27. Feeling very sorry for myself. I wish I had picked up a more fun hobby. Like stamp collecting, or something.
28. It would look incredibly bad if I pull out of the race right now. Imagine what all my friends on Facebook will think.
29. I hate Facebook. I wonder why I still keep my account active.
30. I have a crush on Facebook to stalk. I wonder what he is doing right now. Probably fantasizing about me too, because that’s exactly how it works right? You think of somebody, and they think of you too.
31. My crush is so cute. I can’t stop giggling.
33. STUPID CRUSH! ALL HIS FAULT I almost hurt myself.
34. Focus on the race, Lisa. Focus on how your body feels.
35. Feels like shit, if shit had feelings.
36. I’ve been running for so long, surely I’m almost at the finish line?
37. Nope. 5.2KM in. That’s more than halfway.
38. THAT’S MORE THAN HALFWAY! OH MY GOD, I’m almost there!
39. Legs failing me. Muscles on fire. I’ll walk for a minute or two now.
40. OH TAKE A PHOTO OF ME WHILE I’M WALKING, WILL YOU? Stupid stupid photographers. Never ever taking any good pictures of me.
41. I want to die.
42. I must look very stupid right now with my mouth wide open. I wonder if this is what my sex face looks like.
43. Sex.
44. Sex.
45. Sex.
46. ……..
47. ……..
48. I give up. This race is never going to end. I’m going to walk the rest of the way.
49. Run past me, you lot. Run past me for I have given up. I will never run again.
50. This road looks familiar. Have I been here before?
51. Wait a minute. WAIT A MINUTE.
53. Best I sprint to the end.
54. That was terrible! I’m seriously out of breath. I’ll sprint when I go around the corner.
56. Almost.
57. There.
58. DONE!
59. Alright, I’m done running. I’ll never run again. No more. Not ever.
61. Okay, maybe I’ll run one more race. Just one more.

Race Report: Malaysia Women Marathon 2014

I had genuinely looked forward to the Malaysian Women Marathon (MWM) 2014 on March 16 as completing this race would entitle me a coveted membership with international running group Marathon Maniacs. Basically, all I had to do was complete 2 marathons within a 16 day time frame, which was highly plausible following the 2XU marathon I ran in Singapore on March 2.

I had not trained further for this latter marathon and had only put in a 15.5km treadmill run during the two-week hiatus. Reasons for my limited enthusiasm include a dislocated kneecap, the terrible haze in Kuala Lumpur, and lack of motivation following the first marathon. But I was more than fit fine to complete another marathon – you really don’t lose fitness that easily! And as the cutoff time for MWM was 7 hours, I was not at all worried. I could walk, and still complete the race within time limit.

A couple of days after 2XU, I had purchased a patella band and succumbed to buying compression tights in hopes they would cushion the pain in my knee.



Honestly, I don’t think they helped very much. Especially the tights! I had never been one for compression tights, but Reuben said they would help me with running, so I was convinced to get a pair. They don’t help. Really. Don’t. Buy. Them. Unless you have RM500 to spare, or something. Or it’s winter/ freezing cold where you are. But if you live in sunny Malaysia like me, I don’t see a point. THE KENYANS DON’T RUN IN FANCY GEAR, DO THEY?

Anyway, back to the race report.

I collected the running pack on Saturday and was properly appalled by the official running vest provided to us.vest



This isn’t even a running vest. It’s a crop top, but like… the ugliest crop top in the world. I can totally judge, because I have an impeccable fashion sense (as I have constantly been told since I was 15). And this crop top-vest-wannabe is plain ugly. Or as Reuben put it: “It is not ugly, it is offensive. At least you can wear ugly”. Hell no(!) were we going to wear ugly,  so I suggested we wear the yellow 2XU running vest (which I think makes me look like a bumble bee) instead.



The weather had cleared up considerably on race eve, so I had dismissed the possibility of a cancellation. However, when we arrived at the venue the next morning, there was a bout of haze which threatened to cancel the run. Fortunately Unfortunately (you’ll find out why in a bit), the race organiser decided to proceed with the event and told all runners to run “at your own risk” – to which we were only happy to.

I suppose my run was okay if you neglect the fact that I was suffering from a runny tummy as a result of food poisoning. Shamelessly, I had to stop at every porta potty I came across, which was every 2KM (I ran 24K). Also, the compression tights and sports tape I had bandaged around my kneecap did little to ease the pain in my knee. As such, I found myself walking uphill, and only jogging downhill as well as on flats. But I was happy. I was happy because completing this marathon would finally make me a Marathon Maniac. And that was adequate motivation for me.

BUT NO! 21K into my run I was pulled over by a marshall and told to return to the starting line because the race was CANCELLED. Yes, they cancelled it MIDWAY. They cancelled the race AFTER MOST OF US HAD RUN HALF A MARATHON. A few runners and I were like screw you, organisers, we’re going to complete this race on our own accord. BUT NO! They stopped us again at KM23 and told us to go back! No more running “at your own risk” because they had packed away all the water stations and the race was officially over.

But everybody get’s a finisher’s pendant and a tacky finisher skirt, SO THAT’S OKAY RIGHT?


LIES! ALL LIES! Most of us are not 42K finishers! I met a girl who ran only 1K, turned back (so that makes it 2K, I guess), and received a pendant! RUBBISH! NONSENSE! 


CLASSY! (If you cannot tell, I am being sarcastic) This is worse than the crop top/ vest. 

So there you have it, my dream of joining an international running group – over. Haze aside, I opine they should have let those who chose to continue running to complete the race (at our own risk and all). Imagine being pulled over at KM30 or so (I’m sure there were a few) and told to go back. I would be furious! Luckily for me, this isn’t my first full marathon and I can genuinely tell myself that I am still a marathoner (UNLIKE YOU POSERS POSING WITH YOU “FINISHER” PENDANT! Mine is safely tucked into my box of fails).

There are a few 10K races in April which I’m really looking forward to. My PB for 10K rests at 50 minutes, and I hope to improve my timing with regular training and proper diet. The past three weeks since 2XU Singapore have been well rubbish – training and diet-wise. But that’s going to change starting… this weekend. Or at least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

Race Report: 2XU Compression Run Singapore 2014


This report comes almost a week after the Singapore 2XU Compression Run last Sunday, as I have been super lazy since recovering very slowly from my second full marathon.

Ps: Sizes of photos in this post vary because they’re stupid and I don’t know how to fix them. 

That’s right. I’m not only a marathoner (my first was during SCKLM 2013), I’m like… two times marathoner now. Even if my first marathon was a fluke, which it was not, the race on Sunday cements me as a legit marathoner. Totally. Legit. Marathoner.

I particularly enjoyed this race as it was held in a foreign country, and I could play tourist without looking too ignorant. I have only been to Singapore once before this present trip but I was only a child, so I don’t think it counts for much. Hence, I decided to follow Reuben and stay in the city until Wednesday in hopes of seeing as much of Singapore as possible – which I failed miserably, but I’ll leave my thwarted adventures out. For now.

Following our meeting at Changi airport on Saturday morning, Reuben and I took the MRT to Changi City Point to collect our race packs. The running vest was not quite what I expected. I mean, I don’t know what I expected in the first place, but it definitely was not this:


I would not have minded looking like a bumble bee during the race, but I was genuinely concerned about chafing in unfamiliar new clothes which have not been broken into. And since I had worn the same Newton running vest for my last two races, it’s only right if I make it a tradition – until it tears, or becomes manky, or something.

We were starving after collection, but I suggested we check into our dormitory before heading out for food, to which Reuben obliged. Gladly, we met up with Reuben’s Singaporean friend Patrick, who took us out for Mexican food (MEXICAN FOOD IS AWESOME I HAVE BEEN CRAVING MEXICAN FOOD FOR SO LONG ASDFASDF!).

Patrick was running the race too, so the three of us carbo loaded like there was no tomorrow. We ordered


Awesome chicken wings.



Awesome nachos.


burito 2

And awesome burritos.

As I had not slept at all the previous night, I was completely destroyed by the end of our meal. I went to bed at 7pm, praying to God I would have adequate sleep by the time I awoke at 1am.

Thankfully, I was wide awake at 1am. But it was probably due to excitement more than anything else.


Unlike my other races where I avoid having anything to eat before I run, I consumed half a ham and cheese sandwich, as well as a mini banana pie. Reuben had also influenced me to carry GU Chomps energy chews on my run, which I did – unlike my first marathon, where I went empty handed and ran solely on plain water provided at the water stations.

I daresay I started off well, and was confident I could run a Sub-5 this time around. My confidence stayed with me despite my knee hurting at 8K. I told myself to run through the pain, as it was the only factor holding me back from a great run – my stamina was abundant, energy adequate, and motivation aplenty.

Then I tripped and fell at 15K.


The fall did not bother me at first, and I continued running for another 3K or so. However, my left knee was really hurting so I stopped at the water station to hydrate with some Pocari Sweat. But when I stopped, I really stopped. I simply could not run anymore. No matter how hard I tried, how hard I pushed myself to jog, my knee refused to bend – it had given up on me (damn you, left knee!). So a very dejected Lisa J. Ariffin hobbled the rest of the way. All 24K of the way.

If you did not know already, walking is way more harder than running. Walking drains you physically but more so, mentally. I hated knowing I had more than enough stamina to complete 42K, just not the physical capacity to. Honestly, I thought of pulling out of the race so many times, I had lost count of how many! The only thing that kept me going was… thoughts of a particular someone, the fact that I flew all the way to Singapore to run, and the shame. Oh, the shame if I pull out!

As luck would have it, guess who found me along the way?


Mr Mohan Marathon(!), who was running his 221st marathon. INSANE! Coincidently, Mohan found me at the SCKLM and had helped me complete the race despite an injured foot. Seriously. I should be training so much more, considering the injuries I obtain on long runs. Nicholas joined us soon and the three of us had a wonderful time reaching the 2XU finish line together. Frankly, I would not have changed it for anything in the world 🙂

Anyway, here are some photos I found of me during the race:


Pretending to run.







The box was so comfortable, I could’ve sat in the box all day.


Medal is très pretty, oui?

So what did I reward myself with after completing 42K?

FOOD, OF COURSE! Lots and lots of food!



Reuben and I were too tired to go anywhere further than we had to, so we popped by a local Burger King and had beef (or so they lead us to believe) burgers as our recovery meal.



And ice-cream! You cannot go wrong with cookie dough ice-cream.

I spent the rest of the afternoon asleep in bed before Reuben woke me up for dinner. We took the MRT to Plaza Singapura and he treated me to some famous takoyaki balls for appetizer.



We visited the food court for dinner, and I ordered a plate of duck noodles with some beans because I really could not decide on what to eat.




And most importantly, we had dessert. Of course we had dessert. Dessert is the most crucial part of each meal.


Gelato ice-cream! One can never have enough ice-cream!



And fried Mars bars. WITH MORE ICE-CREAM!

I have been a right lazy bastard since Sunday and have not been running or working out. However, I intend to put in at least 25K this weekend as my next marathon is on the 16th of March (the following Sunday). I’ve also bought a patella strap for my knee. I’ll try it out during my LSD on Sunday, hopefully it helps with the pain. I look forward to running regularly again, though I’m definitely going to miss all the lovely, unhealthy foods!

However, my body is going to thank me. And that’s all that matters, really.

2XU Marathon eve

HEADS UP: This post is likely full of whines because that’s how I am feeling right now – like a right whiny complaining person… Yes. Exactly. A whiny complaining person.

I am presently in Singapore feeling extremely sorry for myself. My first marathon of 2014 is tomorrow, and I am completely not in the right frame of mind to run. Remember that “personal problem” I had awhile back? Well, I had only made it worse by actually doing something about it. I mess up often, and this time it’s no different. Genius Lisa and her genius ideas! I only hope that tomorrow I can be disciplined enough to forget my worries and focus on the run. Good music would definitely help! Also, knowing that I can binge on cake after the finish line.

Mmm… Cake.

According to Jack, yesterday should be my binge day instead of race day eve, as it would take (more) time (than most people think) for food to digest and convert into energy. OF COURSE I TOOK THE OPPORTUNITY TO BINGE YESTERDAY! And this morning too, but that’s because I’m super bored at Changi Airport while waiting for Reuben to fly in from East Malaysia. I can’t wait to get out of this place.

I had planned to eat a burger on Thursday night, but come Friday (yesterday) I was feeling quite fat and decided that pasta was a healthier binge instead.


I also ordered a small Hawaiian pizza – for the heck of it! I mean, what’s binging if you only have one measly serving, right? And surprise and wonder! It turned out to be the tastiest pizza I’ve ever had.


Then the hours went by and dinner time came. What shall I binge on now? I wondered, before recalling I had outstanding Groupon vouchers that I have yet to redeem. So mum and I went on another gastronomical adventure – this time to SS15 Subang – where we had Hainanese chicken chop, nasi lemak and super unhealthy dessert.




Looking back on the amount of food I had consumed, I am not at all surprised to feel bloated and bleh at the moment. Coupled with the fact that I have not had any sleep since 8am yesterday, I feel like a living zombie. This is an awful state, considering I’m running 42K tomorrow. I shall stay in bed as soon as we get to the hotel, and not get out until the race.


My flight today was at 6am and I had left the house at 3am. I looked a mess when I left and I still do. I had packed cartons of strawberry milk in my luggage and handbag, which were almost confiscated by airport security before I graciously offered to finish all of them on the spot. Hmm… That’s probably why I’m having a nagging tummy ache right now. Anyway, I really don’t get why I was not allowed to take milk on the plane. I mean, what am I going to do with it? Milk the hell out of the other passengers? Terrorise them with strawberry and calcium goodness?

I guess the flight was okay if you neglect the fact that the litre of strawberry milk was dying to find its way out of my body. I had also planned to have a coffee at the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf during this wait, but they only have a Starbucks and it is a very expensive Starbucks, and you know how expensive Starbucks is already so you can imagine very expensive, oui? That is why I have been sat at Burger King for the past two hours, killing time on my iPad and feeling very sorry for myself. I had ordered this:


A Double Mushroom Swiss Croissanwich. I got this:


I think they forgot the filling.

Anyway, I should stretch my legs a little so I’m ending this post here. Wish me luck for the marathon tomorrow! I just want to get it over with.