I ♥ my sponsors.

I have finally done the run! I’d like to thank all my lovely and generous sponsors from all over the world who donated sooo much money . Alhamdulillah, I have reached (exceeded actually) my target of GBP150, thanks to all those kind souls . I can’t name everyone, takut nanti terlupa nak sebut sapa2. Huhu. But seriously, each contribution was a pleasant surprise for me . For those who have not yet donated and would like to, the lines are still open (macam X-Factor pulak!) up till 6 July – so hurry! The run wasn’t spectacular, but it was loads of fun (again, because of the people ). Dah la over half hour baru habis berlari (+ berjalan ), tak pakai costume best plak tu! Malu je kat budak2 kiut miut yang sudah way before me! Of course we beat Kak Ning’s time of 54 minutes though (despite the fact that she did that for double our distance).

After deep thought and contemplation, I have discovered the reasons for being so lembab in the run (ni kunun audit la ni):

- Shoes were too big. So remember, if you’re gonna run more than 500 metres, invest in (new ) good running shoes that fit perfectly.

- Laces kept getting undone despite tying into a dead knot. So use superglue next time. Or Velcro fasten shoes.

- Pants were too baggy. So buy properly fitting pants that fit at the waist and are petite so you don’t have to stop every now and then to roll them up. Sila sedar diri yang anda pendek.

- No training. Of course I had big ambitions to go running around the neighbourhood and to the gym. But due to the ugly weather (all rain and no shine) and demands of SSC (kunun!), hanya tinggal angan2 kosong.

- No motivation. Of course lovely Inayah was there, but she’s not Angie enough. And the usual cheerleaders (yang tinggal di Banff Road, Manchester ) were busy doing their SSCs.

- Ini mesti sangat random, but it may have been due to the big bruise that I got from repeatedly running into the window sill outside my room.

After the run, we didn’t really have a serious case of muscle pain the following day, just the usual aches (which was even worse after body combat actually). But Aidah and I did have some pain in the Achilles region, which Kak Ida thinks may be due to the non-stop running in the first kilometre.

Ok, I must now return to the loom that is SSC . So that I won’t feel guilty later today when I stay in with the girls to watch 22 men running over a 90m field, chasing over a small round thing just to pass it to someone else. Of course I’m rooting for Espana; after all, my rule of thumb is, if you’re handsome, you must be a great player. But we are yet to decide what to get drunk on.

And Wednesday’s gonna be a good day as well. With consultants and hot seniors performing for a Bangladesh charity thing, I’m sure it’ll be very entertaining.

Well, at least there are some fun things to look forward to besides the boring SSC audit, portfolio review, packing and moving out. Especially when your computer breaks down, though luckily, Aishah has a spare laptop with touchpad Q and M keys. Oh, and going home next week! I’ve never felt so unready to go home. That of course doesn’t mean I don’t wanna go home coz I’ve been dreaming of this day since forever . But I just haven’t prepared myself at all. Still got the stupid SSC to complete. And the portfolio review. And all the bills and things to sort out before moving out on Friday. And the packing to move out (Josie said she’s sure we’ll take forever!). And the packing to go home. And the things to buy sebelum balik. I haven’t even confirmed my flight ticket yet! Oh well, if it just so happens (na`uzubillah!!!) that our ticket isn’t confirmed, I’ll just have to throw a tantrum at the airport and hijack the plane.

Which reminds me, two Fridays ago, I rushed from Preston to Manchester airport (after GP) to send Sheila off, coz I don’t know when I’ll be able to see her again . It was quite some drama as I had no way of contacting Sheila (due to her phone problems) and nobody was there with her. So I went from lane to lane in search of Sheila. With the fact that I was told that she was supposed to be on another flight, it was rather impossible to find her. As I was just about to leave very very very disappointed, I saw Sheila! When I called her, we both started crying a bit. I’m not sure if I cried because I was so happy that I actually found Sheila and would get to say goodbye properly, or because I was so sad for her, that if I didn’t find her, no one would have sent her off and she would have to deal with the trouble of excess luggage and the mean counter lady alone. And I wondered, when I go home for good, will anyone even bother to send me off?

Actually, I shouldn’t even think that far – I’m barely through my third year, dah nak fikir pasal habis belajar. Results come out on Friday, so if you never ever hear from me again, you’ll know what happened. Sigh.