Month: September 2025

There are dinners, and then there are evenings that feel like an experience. Our night at Arena Boutique Hotel was very much the latter — intimate, refined, and steeped in understated elegance. From the moment we stepped in, the atmosphere set the tone: soft lighting, a sense of exclusivity, and a cozy sophistication that made it the perfect setting for a romantic dinner for two.

We chose to dine à la carte, beginning with a delicately prepared chicken soup. Far from ordinary, it was a refined starter — light yet flavorful, offering comfort while awakening the palate for the courses ahead.

For our mains, we indulged in the salmon pesto and the grilled chicken. The salmon, perfectly seared, flaked effortlessly with each bite, complemented by the fresh, herbaceous notes of pesto that added vibrancy to the dish. The grilled chicken, by contrast, offered a more robust flavor profile — tender, juicy, and expertly seasoned, embodying the kind of simple elegance that only well-executed classics can deliver.

What impressed us most was the generosity of the portions, a rare find in venues of this caliber. Each plate was not only beautifully presented but also satisfying, striking the ideal balance between indulgence and substance.

The evening concluded with the quiet joy of full and happy tummies, but more than that, with the contentment that comes from an experience crafted with care. Arena Boutique Hotel offers more than a meal — it curates moments of connection, intimacy, and indulgence, making it an exceptional choice for couples seeking a romantic escape without leaving the city.

We left with a sense of lingering satisfaction and the promise to return, knowing this hidden gem deserves to be savored again.

The alarm rang at 3:45am, and I rolled out of bed with that familiar mix of nerves and excitement. My pre-race ritual never changes—a peanut butter sandwich, a cup of Milo, and my essential café latte to wake the system up. It might sound like a lot at that hour, but it’s what settles me before the miles ahead.

By the time I arrived in Matrix D’Tempat, Seremban Sendayan, the sky was still wrapped in darkness. Parking was easy, and with my pouch on my waist, I walked towards the starting area. The race village was alive with hype music blasting, an energetic emcee keeping the crowd buzzing, and runners moving through their warm-ups. The energy was contagious.

Before long, I bumped into my running team, Visha. We chatted, exchanged encouragements, snapped a few photos, and wished each other good luck before heading to our respective corrals. Even though I knew this was going to be more of a solo run, having that quick connection with my team gave me a little boost.

At the start line, a small wave of panic hit me—There weren’t many half marathoners, and that realization gave me a brief pang of panic. Was I in the right group? Did I miss something? But as always, the nerves turned into focus—I placed myself in the middle, reminding myself it was just me, the road, and the miles to come.

The flag-off was supposed to be at 5:30am, but we waited an extra 10 minutes. You could sense the impatience of the elite runners—they were shuffling, stretching, and visibly agitated by the delay. Finally, at 5:42am, the horn blared, and we were off.

The first stretch was narrow and crowded, with the sound of hundreds of shoes slapping against the tarmac echoing in the quiet dawn. I found it hard to find rhythm at first, weaving between runners, but after about 2km the road opened up and I found my space. My breathing steadied, my stride settled, and I slipped into that familiar groove.

The route itself was surprisingly scenic—it felt like a mix between a city road race and a countryside run. Streetlights were well-lit, markers clearly placed, and every water station was staffed and organized, which I appreciated. The volunteers handed out cups with efficiency, and the hydration stops came just at the right moments.

The Route: Hills, Curves & Scenery

This wasn’t a flat, fast course—it was undulating, with rolling hills and long curvy stretches that tested both the legs and the mind. The constant climb and descent kept me alert; just when I thought I’d conquered one slope, another rise appeared in the distance.

The curves gave the run a cross-country feel, bending around corners that revealed new scenes with every turn:

• The iconic mosque, its minarets glowing softly under the dawn sky.
• Stretches of new housing developments, quiet in the morning mist.
• And the highlight—beautiful lakes and parks, where the reflection of the rising sun shimmered on the water.

But not every part of the route was ideal. Some sections felt unsafe, with only cones separating us from heavy Saturday morning traffic. Lorries, motorbikes, and cars zipped past uncomfortably close. I found myself hugging the edge of the running lane at times, hyper-aware of every engine revving beside me. It broke the flow, and honestly, it’s something the organizers really need to tighten up in future editions.

Still, as the kilometers ticked by, I found joy in the simple things—the steady beat of my heart, the occasional smile from a passing runner, and the sheer determination of everyone sharing the road. Bumped into a runner from Melaka, Fadzly who was an ex-footballer, we chatted while running to conquer the hilly parts of the route.

The Human Side of the Race

Around the halfway mark, fatigue was starting to creep in—those rolling hills were taking their toll. That’s when I noticed an elderly uncle running steadily just ahead of me. His pace was strong, his form consistent, and something about his quiet determination pulled me in.

I caught up, matched his stride, and we fell into rhythm together. Along the way, we encouraged a few other runners who were struggling—offering words like “Come on, don’t give up, just a little more”. You could see their faces light up, their steps quicken, even if only for a while.

That stretch became less about chasing time and more about sharing the journey. Step by step, we pushed forward, sometimes silent, sometimes exchanging nods or smiles. By the time we reached the final kilometers, it felt like we had built an unspoken pact: we were going to cross that finish line together.

Despite the rolling terrain and brushes with traffic, I loved how the route showcased Seremban Sendayan’s character—modern, scenic, and surprisingly hilly. Each incline made the finish line feel that much more earned.

Crossing it with the uncle beside me, and knowing we had motivated others along the way, made this half marathon about more than just the distance. It reminded me that running isn’t always a solo pursuit—it’s about community, encouragement, and the silent bonds we form on the road.

Reflection: The Spirit of Runners

What struck me most wasn’t just the hills or the scenery—it was the sense of unity among strangers. On that road, it didn’t matter who you were, how old you were, or what pace you kept. We were all bound by the same goal: to keep moving forward.

Running has a way of breaking down walls. A nod, a word of encouragement, a shared stride—it’s enough to turn strangers into companions, if only for a few kilometers. In those moments, the race wasn’t about competition; it was about lifting each other up, proving that endurance is stronger when shared.

Crossing the finish line side by side with the uncle, and knowing we had helped a few others along the way, reminded me why I love running. It’s not just the medal, or the timing, or the challenge—it’s the community spirit, the silent bonds forged in sweat and determination, and the way a race can remind us that we’re never truly running alone.

The Matrix Malaysia Day 21km Half Marathon may not have been flawless, but it had something more important: heart. And that’s what will stay with me long after the soreness fades.