Sunday, November 02, 2014

Jedburgh Running Festival 2014...

By Frank

The Jedburgh Running Festival is a 2 days event of different distances. An ultra, half marathon, a quarter marathon and even a wheelchair event, it's a celebration of running! And since I am over at Scotland, I might as well use the chance to visit the country on foot, well alt least at the town of Jedburgh. I opt for the greater 2 events which are back to back, being the 38 Miles or 60.8KM ultra trail marathon across 3 peaks there and the half marathon across the country side.



Jedburgh is a small town about 3 hours drive from Aberdeen and about 16KM from the England border. Together with Chee Kong and family, we left Aberdeen on Friday at about 4PM. Drive was smooth without much traffic and soon arrived at Jedburgh and proceeded straight to our very cozy hotel, Meadhon. My room was fantastic and I seriously felt the warm in there. Only complain was the small shower cubicle!

My little cozy and warm room. RM265 a night!

Awesome dinner at Carter's Rest nearby. I had a taste of Scottish specialty, the haggis which is made of lamb's spare parts. Click on this LINK to know more.It taste pretty good so don't think when eating them. Looks like meatball though. Main course was succulent pork fillet and we all certainly had our fill before returning to our room to prepare for our first event the next morning, the Three Peak Ultra Marathon across the mountains.

Tasty warm haggis balls.

Event: Three Peaks Ultra Marathon 2014
Venue: Leisure Centre, Jedburgh, Scotland
Date: 25 October 2014
Time: 8.00AM and 11.00AM
Distance: 60.8KM
Shoe: Saucony Peregrine 4

A very chilly morning! I was awake at 6AM and all my pre-race rituals went successfully and was ready for breakfast at 6.50AM. I pre-ordered bacon, eggs and brown toast though there were cereals ready for us too. Truly a hearty breakfast for the long day ahead.

Cereals in the jars!

The Three Peaks Ultra Marathon at the point of writing is going to be my longest trail ultra and probably my toughest since the one at Lion City isn't much of a thing ($orry!) A rush to the Leisure Centre nearby after I had to answer the call of nature just before leaving the hotel. Glad we made it in time and collected our race pack which consist of the race number and a piece of very nice and simple event tee. We then dropped our drop bags off at the nearby car park where the support vehicles were. 3 check points over a 16KM distance each with only water each, we runners have to pack well.

Registering and picking up our race pack.

As I am not familiar with the area of the race course, here's the description for the race's website:

The Thee Peaks Ultra Marathon is a 38 Mile event that start and finishes in Jedburgh and follows in the footsteps of Saint and Warriors. The route is a mixture of some road, track, path and hill running and passes through some of the most iconic and beautiful Border countryside.

The 38 miles race takes in some of the most stunning scenery the beautiful Scottish Borders has to offer.

Starting under the shadow of Jedburgh's history Abbey, the gentle opening 10 miles follows redundant railway lines, swing bridges and the pathway used by St. Cuthbert on his way to Holy Island.

Trail through country estates and battlefield on your way to the delightful hamlet of Maxton, where it starts getting tricky. Neptune's staircases help you cut along the banks of the world famous River Tweed before enjoying even more  breath taking scenery as you approach the villages of St Boswells and Newtown St Boswells.

From the Rhymer's Stone, the route take you up and over the Three Peaks of the Eildons. These extinct volcanoes are challenging but allow you the most amazing panoramic views across the entire region. They are tough, but they're worth it.


The Three Peaks of Eildons.

Enjoy the return journey through the idyllic village of Bowden before heading back towards Maxton and onto the home straight, if 10 miles to go can be called a home straight.

It's a testing route, with around eight miles on the country roads and the other 30 on hillside tracks, forest trails, river paths and parkland, but it will be a rewarding one.

A cold morning with Chee Kong. Glad I was blessed with these gears.

At 8AM sharp at a nearby small grassy area just outside the Leisure Centre, 133 runners were flag off. The journey out of town was alongside pavements and grassy area which was about 4KM or so before the first trail welcome the runners. Single track through the beautiful countryside with sheep and cows munching on the grass just beside us, it was an experience I've never had the chance to enjoy back home.

Despite feeling cold, I was running pretty well, at least to my own standards where the rest of the Scottish runners just bulldozed their way through. I had a few other runners around me as I made sure that I will try to stick with a few of them for fears of a Malaysian getting lost in the trails or woods of Scotland.

We had to run through farms and climbing over fences and it's one race that I've step over so many sheep and cow dungs! By the way, the fences are properly built hence there are mini steps for people to climb them over. Even the wooden gates were solid and there was a very nice bridge too bringing runners over a river, River Tweed I assume. And from there, orange maple leaves was all over the ground which was a beautiful autumn sight, though it made my running just a little slippery. The single tracks were not easy to run on though as there were uneven, and some covered in grass which makes things a little tricky for me. My ankles were both rolling and twisting along the way and I had to be careful not to sprain it.

Beautiful bridge across the River Tweed.

Single track along the River Tweed.

There were flight of stairs, both up and down as I ran alongside the River Tweed. A sneak preview of my Hong Kong trail next year perhaps? I enjoyed this part very much as it was really peaceful with the only sound coming from nature, river and ducks.

The flight of stairs. Some dirt while some natural. Seen here is the wooden ones.

And soon after about 16KM of running through the first segment, I arrived at the first check point at Maxton. Most of the drop bags was already gone as I emptied mine into my back pack before continuing on. I ran through a golf course where some of the golfers even joked with the runners. Then a steep climb out of it and into a small town before resuming on the trails again. And it's here I met Mike, before knowing his true identity.

I ran with Mike and some other runners through winding and rocky paths and we were all together for most of the time. It's good to have someone almost run the same pace especially when in a foreign land. And honestly, I was still feeling good although I've started walking. The sun began to rise but the cold was still there.

Fast forwarding through the trails, I soon arrived at Rhymer's Stone where the second check point is located. I was a little surprise though with the distance recorded on my Suunto as it was about 3KM short. It was supposed to be 32KM but it only recorded 29KM. Hmm... A quick check with Mike and it seems true. Oh well... Perhaps the organizers had their reason for the next segment is not an easy one and probably didn't had any proper space for them. I had a yummy chocolate waffle which I've put in my drop back here. Emptied a Sneaker bar and a bottle of Cola into my back pack and off I went again.

A mild climb across the country side welcome the runners. Loose rocks but not technical yet as the views of the peaks slowly came. The wind also got stronger as we approached Eildons. And it's here, I found the out the true identity of Mike as we chatted along the way, in an exchange of our culture. I mentioned that I will be only leaving the week after as I was still hoping to gain entry to the Glen Ogle 33 race which Chee Kong successfully entered. And with all out of sudden, Mike asked if I really wanted an entry and I began to suspect. He was the race director and in a very odd situation, I was entered into the race! AYE! Thanks Mike!

Through the countryside and beautiful rainbow, I met Mike.

Soon, the first peak of Eildons was upon us. The climb started becoming technical and so is the wind getting really strong. Orange soil, loose rocks and a steep climb as some of us start our climb. Though really tough and not reaching the peak yet, the view was already magnificent and when I found the chance where the wind stop blowing at least for a little while, I quickly took out my phone and started snapping away before resuming my climb.

At the top of the first peak, though the view was spectacular, I did not have the chance to take some photos as the wind was just too strong till I almost lose my footing! I can only remember the view which includes a pile of rocks on top there in my mind. I started my descend after enjoying the view and the way down was equally just as tough as it was filled with loose rocks.

Halfway descending, there as a participant sitting down on the trail shivering and receiving aid from a lady. Asked if he needed any assistance and he said that he was only cold and just needed to open up his foil blanket ensuring me that he will be all right. In the distance of the second hill, the medic vehicle was on their way and soon I continued on.

Tackling the ascend to the first peak.

The ascend to the second peak was just as tough as the first as it included more winding paths. I looked back from where I came and clearly saw the participant in cold earlier had already received assistance from the medic. Soon, I arrived at the top and wind the wind manageable this time, I quickly took out my phone and started snapping photos away. I even took video of the magnificent surroundings!

Descending from the first peak. Notice the orange spot where the participant in cold is. It was his orange thermal blanket, mini camp or some sort to keep the cold away. And the white spot where the medic drove to.

Approaching the second peak.

View from the second peak.

The wind was still blowing strong as I started my descend. It was pretty all right this time and the third climb was within reach and it wasn't as steep. It was the easiest among all 3 but still a test of might and strength in this condition.

After scaling the heights of the 3 peaks and from the third, it's now the return trip. A single track welcome the runners with lush greenery before entering the woods again via a park or some sort. It was really a nice stretch to witness the orange maple leaves again by the path. Myself and Mike kept running and soon arrived at a critical junction which was suppose to take us to the village of Bowden. There was  an arrow signage there hence he followed it by turning right. Upon reaching the end with a fence there, a group of 5 runners came fro the opposite saying that they are lost without any markers ahead.

A little drama here as Mike called back to Angela. Though with 6 other runners, I was a little worried as this may be my "DNF" for this year as it has so far been a good clean year for me. We ran back to the junction earlier and Mike snap a photo of the arrow signage mentioned earlier. Apparently, it wasn't part of this race and the actual marker has gone missing! We asked 2 people who were also on their way to Bowden and apparently there weren't too sure too!

The decision came when we were told to follow the path to St. Cuthberth Way. We continued running from where we came from, pass the fence and ended up at a junction which one will bring us down to a farm, through a technical area. No markers again and a decision had to be made.One of the runner went straight and after a while, Mike made the decision to journey to the farm. The rest followed and so did I.

And after a flight of stairs, root, fences and gates through the woods, we soon arrived at the farm with the medic team waiting there. We were on the right track as we treated ourselves to some sweets prepared by the team. Mike also informed them of the runner that went ahead earlier before we continued with our journey.

Back on the right path again, the group started to break away. I however stood with Mike. Sometimes he was fast, while sometime I was faster. It was a good way to motivate and keep each other company although there weren't any much conversation as we were not side by side.

Fast forwarding ahead through a small town, I caught up with Wilson who was part of the Metro Aberdeen running club. We took a stroll together and chatted about our running adventures and in exchanging our cultures. We walked through the golf course where we came from earlier before I broke away. The third check point at Maxton which was the first earlier was just ahead as I arrived there safely.

Loaded everything into my back pack which include an extra bottle of water. Lots of food was left behind by the faster runners which includes sandwiches, bananas and even whisky! As I was about to leave with Mike, Wilson arrived.

16KM is what it remains and I had about 4 hours to get back. It should be doable as the final stretch hasn't had any major climbs nor technical trails. However, I was wrong myself. Though it was the path I came from earlier, the tired legs made things difficult and challenging. I just had to keep moving.

As I arrived back at the farms, sheep and cows was everywhere and not to mention their dung too! I can't myself but to take photos of them. It's a sight and experience I don't get back home and not to mention often. The sheep looks cute and a little dumb as they much on the grass and sometimes stare at me.

Wonder why some sheep's face in white while some in black?

How are you? Baaaa....

A selfie with a cow? Glad wasn't wearing my red CompresSport trail shorts else...

Through the flight of stairs along the River Tweed and pass the wooden hanging bridge, I know I was near. About 5KM or so to go. Went through the final stretch along the River Tweed, up the stairs with volunteers there cheering, across the main road and back on the countryside road again, it was now the real home stretch. No more trails here as myself and Mike ran together as now we chatted more!

Though it has become gloomy, the sun has not totally set hence there wasn't a need for the headlamp which I've carried along since the start. Oh and yes, thanks to John who borrowed his Petzl Nao to be use in this race too. Continued running with Mike and soon, the Abbey was in sight. And in a while more, both Mike's children was seen running towards him as we approach the finish line.

A run to the finish with Mike and his kids!

It's a pleasure to complete the race with Mike, the race director of the Glen Ogle 33. And thanks for the race slot!

And after spending 9:33:18 on the road, trail and mountain, I've successfully completed the Jedburgh Three Peaks Ultra Marathon alongside Mike just before sunset. Truly a beautiful event which I enjoyed very much and unlike marathons like the one from last week, I was on the runner's high! Such a breathtaking route with magnificent views and a chance to be running along side sheep and cows, something I don't get to experience back home. Thanks to both Angela and Noanie for organizing it and to the friends I met along the route, it's been a pleasure! AYE!

A cold start leads to a cold finish too!



Chee Kong already completed the run 2 hours earlier, very fast indeed and was there to pick me up. Back at the hotel to clean up before dinner with the rest of the runners at the nearby Belters Bar. A hearty dinner of Shanty Burger (fish) to recover and to load up for next day's half marathon and from there, it's back to the room to call it a night, a satisfying one.

Dinner aka recovery meal at Belters Bar. Yummylicious!

Event: Jedburgh Half Marathon 2014
Venue: Town Hall, Jedburgh, Scotland
Date: 26 October 2014
Time: 11.00AM
Distance 21.1KM
Shoe: Saucony Type A6

The temperature was pretty similar to yesterday albeit starting at 11AM because I had less cloth on me! But surprisingly, the legs didn't feel that thrashed from yesterday, well at least during my walks. By 8.30AM, I was ready for breakfast. Same brown toast with bacon and eggs, this time I added in a tattie scone and Chee Kong shared with me some black pudding, another Scottish specialty. Click on this LINK to know more.

Tomatoes, bacon, egg, tattie scone (below egg) and black pudding.

The sad thing is that we had to check out of Meadhon at 10AM and that will leave us sweaty and sticky after the race without a place to shower. But we will sort that out later. With our luggage in the car, we proceeded to the Town Hall to collect our race pack which now includes a timing chip.

Cold under the Abbey.

As usual, a selfie before the start with Chee Kong.

Angela and Noanie was both at the start area near the Abbey to cheer for fellow runners especially the Dirty Double, a nick for those doing running the back to back. And at 11AM sharp, runners were flag off on a slope! I think I had a little too much breakfast or was it the black pudding perhaps that caused an irritating right side stitch immediately at the start. I bear with the discomfort though hoping it will go off eventually.

Loud supporters! Thanks Angela and Noanie (both in yellow).

As I exited the town, sadly the discomfort was still there forcing me to slow down a little to have it rectify before entering Woodend and Riverside where I was treated to the magnificent side of Jedburgh's countryside again. Only problem is, there were a few short rolling climbs here which made things a little difficult for my tired legs from yesterday. Yeap, the fatigue showed here though I mentioned that it was all right earlier.

Although I was cruising at 6 minutes per Kilometer, I was caught by surprise but simple amazed that runners of all ages and body build passed me with not much of an effort. They were awesome running machines! And at that point of time, I was worried that I may end up last, a chance to "podium" again! Hahaha...

Running towards Kelso and being chased by the Scottish runners.

Back on the main road approaching Kelso, 10KM runners were already making their return trip. I was still cruising at the same pace as before but was struggling to keep it. Besides, the cold was not helping at all as the first water station, somewhere around 5.5KM mark came into picture. Water was served in 500ML bottles but I skipped it. Then came a slight wind from the back pushing me just before taking a left turn to Nisbet where the wind later hit me from the left instead! I needed to get out of this area before I was blown away!

Quickly, I was back on the main road and this time heading towards Eckford, with the wind pushing from behind. However, as the lead runners made their return trip, I know it's going to be tough for me later going against the wind which was helping me now. I needed to take advantage of the wind right now. And as I ran, I spotted some people especially the elderly waving to us from their house. A sweet gesture as runners including myself waved back!

A candid shot by Chee Kong making his return trip.

There was a climb at Eckford and the rain came. Not really heavy but definitely more than a drizzle and it hampered my vision for I did not have my sunglasses on. I arrived at the halfway point where some volunteers were serving oranges. I was tempted to have some of them but as I had my gloves on, it made things just a bit difficult as I skip it. A loop around this area and soon it was time to exit it where the return begins with the head wind.

The head wind was exceptionally strong and I have to tilt my body to keep moving. Extra effort is needed here and I slowed down a lot, even to the extend of walking. The rain continued till I get to Nisbet and it was dry all the way here and without wind too! My legs however were stiff from the walking and the cold and it was difficult not to run pain free. I wanted a hot cup of tea, an earl grey will be nice! But I needed to keep moving if I wanted it.

4KM from the finish, runners was taken towards Bonjenward and a surprise awaits here for a climb welcome the runners. I only managed to run up halfway before walking the remaining of it. Then it was a slight downhill on the main road beside Riverside and this was the home run section, similar to yesterday's Three Peaks.

Closer and closer, I eventually saw the finish gantry with Angela and Noanie there cheering and giving out the bonus Dirty Double medal, a very suprise sweet touch from the organizers as I completed my run in 2:13:49 (a total of 6 Dirty Doubles). And yes, I got my reward of a cup of hot tea, not early grey though but was good enough.

Tough cold finish!

An addition to our finish photo together, a future runner she is.

The distance may be only a half marathon but having to do it after a 38 Miler trail run the day before is certainly tough. Besides the strong chilly wind with rain did not make things easy for this skinny Malaysian with only 3% of fat! But I had good fun and certainly was an eye opener for me to see Jedburgh's countryside.

4 out the 6 Dirty Doubles with the race directors of the Three Peaks Ultra Marathon, 

A sweet bonus Dirty Double medal!

Hung around the area (in cold) for some photos before bidding farewell to my new warm Jedburgh friends. I had a good and memorable time here. We then proceeded to the Leisure Centre to have a quick shower before starting our journey to Edinburgh for Kampung Ah Lee again to recover ourselves with Malaysian food. A quick one and its back to Aberdeen to meet up with other fellow Malaysians at Manchurian before back home to rest up and to clean up the dirty race gear. What an adventure it was at Jedburgh!

Malaysian food at Edinburgh.

Chicken rice, wan tan mee and prawn mee!

* All photos here credited to Chee Kong, Jethart's Here and the respective photographers. Thanks a lot!

Friday, October 31, 2014

TCS Amsterdam Marathon 2014...

Event: TCS Amsterdam Marathon 2014
Venue: Amsterdam, Netherlands
Date: 19 October 2014
Time: 9.30AM
Distance: 42.195KM (42.54KM by Suunto Ambit 3 Peak Sapphire)
Shoe: Saucony Type A6
By Frank



The trip to Amsterdam was a personal one for me. And the decision was made with haste out of no where. I needed to sort out my life. I need to get away from it. It has been different and difficult since June 2014. Therefore, I apologise to everyone whom I have "lied" to. I have no intention of doing so, but everyone has a little secret to themselves. This is mine. And letting go KL Marathon wasn't because I was tired, it was something else. It was this.

En route Amsterdam on board MH16.

And when Malaysia Airlines MH17 went down and that I blogged about it, only Roy suspected something amiss. I was driving back home when Roy text me about another Malaysia Airliner going down. I was in shocked that it was the airlines that I was suppose to fly on. And although Malaysia Airlines allowed a refund, I stood with my purchase.I had faith in them, and I shall leave everything to fate. Today, it has since been replaced by MH19, my flight back home.

When I boarded MH16 on Friday morning after almost a delay of  3 hours at 2.15AM, I was feeling empty. I was going away. And only a few knows about this for the past 3 months or so till Chee Kong posted the flight path on my Facebook, when upon arrival, my phone buzz non stop with messages! The trip, it was a tough decision to be made. The past 1 week has been difficult and there has been a lot going through my mind. There was an urgency to stay back but in the end, I chose to continue with my trip to Amsterdam. A decision had to be made. I do not know if this was right or wrong, but I was unhappy with it. I am sorry, I am truly am.

The flight was a smooth one. It was almost full and most passengers was Dutch. The food served wasn't that bad either, at least it was something Malaysian. I had briyani chicken for supper while breakfast was omelette. As the seats was a little narrow, I didn't have a good rest hence was almost awake throughout the flight. I believe I did doze off, but was just for a short while. Besides, my mind was set somewhere else, somewhere back in Malaysia.

After close to 14 hours of flying non stop, I finally arrived at Schipol Airport, Amsterdam at about 8.45AM. It was a busy airport and I was really lost. Everything was in Dutch! I couldn't activate my data sim either as it was in Dutch! And with that, I was not able to navigate myself using Google Maps. I even almost got lost at the train station. As the Chinese dialect says, I was really going "Holan"! But eventually, I finally arrived at Amsterdam Centraal via the train. It was like our KL Sentral, just bigger and much nicer of course, very gothic. From there, I took Tram 16 to a canal call Keizersgracht before walking to the other one call Prinsengracht. And that's where my hotel or rather home stay is, Prinsenhuis mark by the red door and it's indeed a small nice cozy place just beside the canal.

Amsterdam Centraal.

Prinsengracht canal.

As I was early, the room was being clean up by the cleaner. Edwin, the owner drop by shortly and he introduced to me things around before I settled down to take a light breather. As I didn't want to be nuisance to the cleaner, I made myself to Sporthallen Zuid via the tram again to collect my race kit. However, as usual, I got lost again ending up this time at the museum. Well, at least this time I was lost for a good reason as this was place was indeed beautiful. After walking around, I hop on the tram again and this time I found my way, stopping first at the Olympic Stadium, the start and finish point of the marathon. And I felt proud when I saw the Malaysian flag up there!

The museum.

Sporthallen Zuid.

Collected my race pack which was swift before entering the expo, which was rather under par. Nothing much here as things was rather on the expensive side. But I had a good time catching up with the guys from Saucony Netherlands and made a huge spending here buying waterproof and warm apparels at least for this trip and also my HK 100 trail next year. Well, at least I felt satisfied and happy with my purchase.

Found the Saucony Netherlands booth!

With the good folks from Saucony Netherlands.

Took the tram back to Prinsenhuis to clean up and have a rest as it's been too long since I last slept. The room was ready and thus I managed a short sleep while waiting for Chee Kong, Mei-Ee and Xi-Ning to arrive which they did at about 9PM. Went out nearby for groceries and dinner at a rather fine Italian restaurant before back at the room for a short catch up and it's then lights off!

I woke up at about 6AM. Though still a bit dark, I guess I was still pretty much in the Malaysian time zone and can't get myself back to sleep. Cleaned up and did some packing and quickly enough, it was 9AM and Chee Kong is awake. While he went out for his short 5KM run, I stayed put back at the room with Mei-Ee and Xi Ning.

The tram at the Heineken Experience aka Brewery.

Spot the Jalur Gemilang.

Fast forwarding, I found myself back at Sporthallen Zuid. The place is now is packed as more runners especially the international ones has arrived. Was just a short stay here before we went to the museum where we snack near a stall selling exceptionally good burger and sausages. Amsterdam is famous for hot dogs and it can be bought almost everywhere. After filling up, we took a stroll along the canal pass some tourist and shoppers spot before meeting up with Chee Kong's ex-colleague Kelvin who is also a Malaysian.

Red lights in the famous Red Light District of Amsterdam.

Nam Kee in Amsterdam's Chinatown.

We adjourned back to the hotel to rest and to clean up before meting up for dinner again at Chinatown which is actually within the famous Red Light District. We had Chinese Hong Kong cuisine at a very famous restaurant call Nam Kee. And yes, the food did not disappoint as I had my fill before going over to a pub and later back at the hotel to rest up for the big day is on the itinerary next.

Amsterdam Marathon route map.

AMSTERDAM MARATHON RACE DAY! I was up early again at 6AM. I had plenty of time to prepare myself and all from breakfast to post race ritual was done without any major hiccups. Even the bowels cooperated. And by 8AM, myself and Chee Kong left for the race site via Tram 16. The tram was packed with runners but not till sardine like back at home. Guess the people here are rather more patience with things. We soon arrive 1KM from the Olympic Stadium due to road closures. The walking distance is good for a warm up under cold conditions.

We eventually made ourselves to the race venue and deposited our luggage. As Chee Kong had to answer the call to nature, I entered the stadium by myself and did my warming up and stretch there before entering my starting pent indicated by the colour orange, a  4 hours to 3.30 hours time.

From Comrades to Amsterdam.

The start was at 9.30AM local time. There were 12,212 in total and I was among the middle pack. As I await for the start, I tried to keep calm to myself. All the training, it all boils down to one decision. The decision not to wear my heart rate monitor and hope to run within the zone of 155 to 160 beats per minute based on my own feeling, slightly more than what I was training on, the 150 beats per minute zone. The hope that I will be able to emulate my performance back in Macau Marathon 2009 will also be dependent on my pain tolerance level.

At 9.30AM sharp, the gun went off. The start was very well executed as runners were let off in waves. It took me about 9 minutes to arrive at the start gantry as I push START on my chrono to signal my start, my first ever IAAF Gold Label Marathon, and more importantly, to run something out of me, into the emptiness.

The start!

I ran halfway around the Olympic Stadium's track before exiting to the main streets of Amstelveenseweg,  a straight 2KM or so stretch before entering Vondelpark, a nice park with people strolling with their dogs of all sizes there. Though runners a plenty, I did not have any issues passing the slower ones. I need not panic as I punish the surface. And since the start, there were countless supporters line up by the streets to cheer the runners on! The surface was a little wet as I make sure that I do not slip on it. And while on the streets, I paid attention to the tram tracks and tried to run on the tarmac whenever I can.

"Into" the museum.

I felt strong and good albeit a little cold as I pass the museum under pass, a sight to behold. And from there, it was a long stretch along a canal no short of supporters too. Surprisingly, not many runners passed me nor did I pass any of them. Everyone of us was on a constant pace of about average 5 minutes per Kilometer. The question in me at that time "Was I too fast?". But at that time, I didn't think so as I was really feeling good albeit heart rate beating slightly faster.



Stadionweg followed by a u-turn at Marathonweg and Olypmpiaweg where we caught a view of the Olympic Stadium again, I made my way to where I came from and soon arrived at the 10KM mark at Churchillaan with a time of 49:14 minutes. I was 46 seconds on time! I had been sipping slowly my bottle of of GU Roctane Brew since the start at every 2KM intervals. And it was here that I finally finish it as I took the opportunity to down my first pack of gel at the nearby water station. The water station was well organised and I did not have to stop to grab my cup of water. I just had to watch the slippery surface there.



As I make my way to Amstelpark at the 15KM mark, I could already see the front runners making their way back at around 10KM ahead. The wind also got stronger here and it was assaulting me from the front including a light drizzle. I needed extra effort to move forward and this caused some discomfort on my left shoulders. Breathing began tougher as I navigated through the route along side the Amstel River. I was even thrown balance a few times when the strong wind tried to knock me off my feet and while I was till running at the same pace but at a different heart rate.

At about 17KM into the race and halfway through the Amstel River, the sponsors Mizuno had a boat on the river playing out music with supporters on it cheering. Indeed a nice gesture to keep the runners going. And towards the end of the river at Oostermeer somewhere around the 19KM mark, a performance of some soft of water jet with a person hovering on air with it kept us entertain. And it was here that I made my turn and into the 20KM mark where I took my second pack of gel and also stop for toilet break. I made a quick stop as the 4 sided urinal bowl was really convenient for the gentleman. Only a minute spent and off I went again and am glad that no momentum was wasted.

The Mizuno boat.

Hovering water stunt man?

I was hoping that the return trip along the Amstel River will be easier with tail wind assisting. However, I was wrong as it continued to be head wind as I began to struggle a little upon arriving at the halfway point in 1:46:12 hours. It's going to be tight and I needed to increase back to my normal pace. I grind my teeth, dug deep and continued pushing through the lush greenery with cows munching on the greens by the side and also windmills at the background. Even small toy dogs with their owners were there cheering for runners.

Cruising along, a runner suddenly trip and fell just slight ahead of me. He rolled to the side and was glad that he did not roll into the river. Quickly, messages was passed on from runner to runner ahead to signal to the ambulance stationed just in front. Soon, both the paramedics was on their way to help the runner. A simple yet efficient way in asking for assistance where both paramedics should be given credits too for standing by at their fullest attention at all times.

Volkstuinen Amstelglorie is where the 25KM stood. Shortly ahead, I entered Rijksweg which marks the exit from Amstel River as I made a turn around the Overamstel. Still flat as pancake, I managed to regain some lost time earlier and entered Spaklerweg and hammered it till I arrived at the 30KM mark at Amstel Tower in 2:33:54 hours.

Both my quads and my right hamstrings started to hurt a lot and I began to slow down here. Was it the extra effort running against the wind or was the pancake flat surface contributed to this? My weaker side began to take over and I knew I was in trouble here. I had to hang on to complete what I started out to do. I tried to as I pass Frankendael along Hugo De Vrieslaan.

The right hamstring began to twitch and I took my first walk hoping that it will go off. Sadly it did not as I remember what Luc told me. "Go faster when you feel like cramping", he once told me and it did work back in Macau 5 years ago. I tried it once again and yes it work but not for long as I believe it has been a while since my body and legs in particular has moved in such fast pace.

The course was pancake flat from here. I had another 10KM to go and the rain came again. Just drizzling but I was feeling cold. I remember slapping on my own forehead to remind myself that it's just another quarter marathon go and it's all over. Got to to dig deep. However, miracles did not happen this time as I struggled with pain on my right hamstring. I ran, walk and limp as time slowly ticks away.

Destroyed and shattered to pieces.

Supporters were cheering my name as it was written on my bib and even runners who passed me tried to pull me with them. I really tried to tag along but the legs just didn't want to cooperate. I was deeply disappointed as I look into my chrono and it told me that it was all dashed. With 4KM to go just before entering Vondepark, I was ripped apart from within. All I had to do now is just to bring myself back to the Olympic Stadium in the fastest time possible now.

A painful run to the finish.

Exiting Vondelpark and back onto Amstelveenseweg, it was another 2KM to go. Supporters and some who had already completed their run was lined up at the side cheering the runners on. I hobbled and ran and the final 1KM came into sight and soon the entrance to the Olympic Stadium. The final 200M or so was around the stadium's track and I eventually and finally cross the finish line with a time of 3:55:14, a time that I was not hoping for in position 767 of my age group and 4,778 of the total field.

Bird's eye view of my finish.

Having cross the finish line in my third sub 4 hours marathon, I felt horrible. My legs were in a lot of pain as I hobble to the nearest fence to lean on. As the weather was still cold, I was shivering and my legs slowly began to stiffen up as I slowly make my way out of the stadium collecting my medal and a piece of plastic blanket along the way to keep me warm. A lady called me from the back and apparently she is from Durban. She spotted my South African headwear and though I was South African. Nevertheless, we still chatted a bit before continuing making our way out where drinks and bananas are served along they exit chute.


I was finally united with Chee Kong at the spot we agreed to meet at. Mei-Ee has started her half marathon and that leave the both of us and Xi Ning to hang around the race village. The pain set in as I sat down and I was in cold, lots of it. As we were short on time, I pick myself up and limped very slowly to Sportshallen Zuid to shower up before returning better and fresher to the race village to take in some bacon roll and to drown my sorrows with beer, mind still thinking about my performance.

A marathon to forget.

The view of the Olympic Stadium.

Fast forwarding ahead, Mei-Ee too successfully completed her run. We slowly limped ourselves to the nearest tram station and we were grateful that it had resume full service for earlier, it all came to a halt which rumuors circulating that there was a bomb hoax. Glad it didn't happen. We made our way back to tho Prinsenhuis, grab our luggage and its off to Amsterdam Centraal to meet up with Kelvin for coffee before heading to Schipol Airport via the train. And from there, it's onward to my next destination, Edinburgh, Scotland on board the 9.10PM KLM flight!

The Amsterdam Marathon finisher's medal.

My marathon splits as follows:

5KM - 0:24:40
10KM - 0:49:14
15KM - 1:13:54
20KM - 1:39:48
21KM - 1:46:12
25KM - 2:06:43
30KM - 2:33:54
35KM - 3:04:57
40KM - 3:40:32
Finish - 3:55:14 (4:04:04 gun time)

My run statistics.

The Amsterdam Marathon truly deserved the IAAF God Label certification for it's a very well organised marathon, the best I ever ran in. The route may not be exceptionally scenic for it only takes the runners through 2 of the iconic places such as the museum and also the Amstel River, but the supporters make that up for their warm hospitality and cheers. And for those who are good and used to running on a pancake course, this may be a fast one for you. Just make sure you are train for the wind.

Despite achieving my third sub 4 hours marathon, I was utterly disappointed. This event taught me the lesson that I am no longer the runner I was back in year 2009. I am no longer young and neither near my best. I've already past my prime in marathon running. And unlike Macau Marathon 2009, I was still standing albeit in a lot of pain after completing the Amsterdam Marathon. Did I give my all? Did I really wanted the result I was aiming for that much? Did I have enough rest from the travelling? Did the head wind and the decision to raise my heart rate mess it all up? Was my leg "damaged" from the recent 100KM and 161KM? All these remains something unanswered.

With the conclusion of the Amsterdam Marathon, a race to be forgotten about, I would like to express my thanks to the following:

- My parents for holding up the store while I was away
- Chee Kong and Mei-Ee for planning and hosting me this trip
- Roy for helping out with certain issues and for the concern shown
- Jason and Elvin for helping out during my absence
- Team Saucony Malaysia for keeping the running clinic ongoing during my absence
- CompresSport Malaysia for providing me with the race gears
- Friends back home who have cheered and supported when my Facebook was auto updating with my progress. And thanks for the concern!

And my sincere apologies to everyone for keeping this trip and race a secret and for not replying any of your messages as I needed some time to myself. I was a lost soul in a foreign country.

* All photos here credited to Chee Kong and Marathon Photos.