Our journey to the Angkor Wat International Half Marathon began on Friday, 5th December, a date I had circled in my heart for months. This wasn’t just another race. It was an adventure, a getaway, and a chance to run through one of the most iconic historical sites in the world.

Our son drove us to KLIA2 for our flight to Siem Reap, and everything felt smooth and easy as we took off. After landing, while we were purchasing a local SIM card, we bumped into two outgoing, friendly Malaysian girls — Faz and Adma. Instant connection! We decided to share a Grab to the race kit collection venue at The Courtyard Marriott. The one-hour ride was filled with chatter and excitement.

Race Kit Collection: The Energy Begins

Race kit pick-up was surprisingly smooth. The atmosphere was buzzing with runners from around the world — all shapes, sizes, ages, and stories. We took countless photos, chatted with fellow Malaysians and international runners, and soaked in the collective excitement.

With kits in hand and hearts ready, we headed to our hotel to rest and prepare for the big day.

Race Day Magic

Race morning felt magical. We booked a Grab tuk-tuk to the race venue — what an experience! The cool morning air brushing against our faces, the quiet hum of Siem Reap waking up… it was perfect.

This time, hubby and I couldn’t do our usual pre-race fueling ritual. The hotel forgot our packed breakfast due to a communication error. Thankfully, the night before, my hubby had the intuition to buy some biscuits and small chocolate bars, with that impromptu snack became our fuel for the morning. And somehow, it felt just right. With that, we were off.

The vibes at the race venue were electric — happy faces everywhere, and of course, the super skinny, model-like runners gliding around looking intimidating. But I reminded myself: I’m here for the adventure.

We found Adma and Faz again, exchanged good-luck wishes, and I kissed my running “sole”-mate before heading to the starting point.

Flag-Off: Fire, Feet, and Pure Adrenaline

The flag-off was nothing short of spectacular. Fire elements lit up the sky, the crowd counted down together, and the earth seemed to shake under the stomping of thousands of eager feet.

The first 3 km were run in darkness, guided only by the quiet of dawn as we passed a serene lake. Then, as if perfectly timed, the sunrise unfolded before us.

A golden glow illuminated the ancient temples and the silhouettes of runners around me. It was breathtaking — a moment I’ll never forget

Running Through History: A Route Like No Other

This wasn’t just a run. It was an experience of culture, history, and emotion.

We ran past towering trees, ancient ruins, long corridors of stone, smiling locals cheering us on, and children high-fiving runners as they passed. Every step felt like a blend of effort and gratitude.

The intimidatingly slim “model runners” were flying ahead, but I reminded myself:
I wasn’t here to win. I was here to be part of something unforgettable.

Reflections: Why This Race Meant So Much

What made this half marathon special wasn’t just the location. It was:

• The shared excitement with strangers who became friends
• The tuk-tuk rides that made us giggle like kids
• The missed breakfast that turned into a funny memory
• The sunrise that felt like a personal blessing
• The kiss at the start line
• The reminder that running is about joy, not perfection

This race reminded me why I run. For the stories. The adventures. The unexpected moments. The connections. And for the simple truth that running makes me feel alive.

The Race Course: Technical Notes, Atmosphere & Surprises

Early Darkness + Spray-Painted Markers

The first 3 km were run in darkness, with only dim ambient light and the glow from headlamps. The organizers marked key points and kilometer indications with white and yellow spray-painted markers on the road, a small but crucial detail. These markings ensured we stayed on course even when visibility was low.

As the sun started rising, the surroundings unfolded — trees, open views, temple silhouettes. Magical.

Water Stations — Simple but Effective

Water stations were placed at regular intervals (approximately every 2–3 km). Instead of paper cups, volunteers handed out sealed water bottles, which made hydrating easier and cleaner. The volunteers, many of them kids and teens, cheered us with genuine enthusiasm.

At each station, there were:

• Water bottles
• Some stations with electrolytes
• Sponges or cooling sprays at later points
• Volunteers clapping and smiling like they were cheering for family

Runner Community — Friendly Beyond Words

One of the biggest surprises was how friendly the runners were. Everyone smiled. Everyone encouraged someone. There was no ego, no pushing, no stress — just pure love for running.

Many runners spoke to me mid-race, giving thumbs up or making little jokes. A funny recurring theme: So many thought I was a local Cambodian! Maybe it was my skin tone, my stature, or the way I blended in with the environment. I found it hilarious every time someone spoke to me in Khmer. Once I answered in English, they’d laugh and say, “Oh! Malaysia?” It became an ongoing joke in the race.

Running Past History

The route wound around:

• Lush jungles
• Long, straight open roads
• Ancient temple walls
• Quiet village paths
• And of course… Angkor Wat itself

Every corner felt like a postcard moment. Even when the legs were getting heavy, the scenery lifted the spirit.

Final Stretch & Finish Line Feels

The last few kilometers were a mix of fatigue and adrenaline. But the cheers, the scenery, and the camaraderie kept me going. 500m away from the finishing line, I spotted my Hubby, who had already finished his race and clocked an amazing PB- sub2 was waiting for me with the Jalur Gemilang- Malaysian Flag. He ran with me towards the finishing line, holding on to the Jalur Gemilang-Crossing the finish line felt surreal. We kissed and the crowd cheered! It wasn’t just a run; it was a journey — through culture, nature, history, and my own resilience. The volunteers placed the medal around my neck with the warmest smiles. And instantly, all the early wake-ups, hiccups, and challenges were worth it.

Final Thoughts: Why This Race Stands Out

The Angkor Wat International Half Marathon isn’t just another race. It’s:

✔ A historical experience

✔ A well-organized event with a flat route and good markers & hydration

✔ A scenic route that makes every kilometer meaningful

✔ Filled with friendly, encouraging runners

✔ A place where adventure, culture & sport blend beautifully

I went there for the adventure, and the adventure delivered.

And yes — I left with new friends, a beautiful medal, and a story I’ll cherish forever.

Stayed in Kuala Lumpur, right near Stadium Merdeka, tucked in at a cozy hotel around Petaling Street — food paradise, hidden gems, and city treasures all around. The perfect spot to soak in KL’s heartbeat before race day.

Race day ritual kicked off at 2:00 AM — the calm before the storm. A hot latte to wake the senses, a peanut butter sandwich for fuel, and a Milo for the “sole”mate — our little pre-race bonding ritual that never fails.

By 3:15 AM, we took a slow walk to Jalan Raja Laut, about 2.1 km away — the starting line that always gives butterflies. Along the way, the city was alive in its own quiet magic — runners from every corner, all walking with one mission, one goal. The smiles, nods, and quiet “good mornings” said it all: we’re in this together.

They called this race “Hari Raya” Standard Chartered KL Marathon 2025 — a celebration of spirit, madness, and joy that only runners truly understand. The pre-dawn air was electric, the city lights shimmering like confetti, and every heartbeat whispered one thing — this is why we run.

At the starting point, the hype, vibes, and energy hit like a wave. The air buzzed with excitement — that unique blend of adrenaline and nerves that only runners know. It was barely 4 AM, but it felt like daylight with all the lights, laughter, and music bouncing through the streets.

Everywhere I looked, there were runners stretching, chatting, taking photos, adjusting their bibs, or silently zoning in. The atmosphere was alive, contagious, and full of stories — some chasing personal bests, some chasing peace, and some just running for the love of it.

The emcee’s voice boomed through the speakers, music thumped in the background, and you could feel the pulse of the city sync with the beat of thousands of hearts. Strangers smiled at each other like old friends. Someone shouted, “Let’s go, runners!” and a cheer erupted, echoing through Jalan Raja Laut.

There’s something sacred about those few minutes before the flag-off — when time stands still and you realize you’re part of something bigger than yourself. A sea of runners, different backgrounds, different goals, but one heartbeat, one rhythm. Hubby gave me a kissed, good luck and off to our own pen.

The countdown began — 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 — and just like that, the streets of Kuala Lumpur came alive. Feet hit the ground, cheers filled the air, and we were off — chasing the road, the sunrise, and the reason we run.

The flag-off was smooth — no chaos, no jostling, just a steady surge of runners moving as one. The energy from the start carried us forward, and so far, so good. The route looked nice and flat, winding through the heart of the city still dressed in its Deepavali decoration lights.

Everyone seemed to be running at the same pace — a quiet rhythm that felt almost meditative. Shoes striking the asphalt, breathing in sync, thousands of footsteps echoing through the streets of KL.

But the humidity hit early. The air was thick, heavy — no breeze, no relief, just sweat rolling down our faces as we pounded the streets. Still, the crowd around me kept the momentum alive. There’s comfort in moving together — strangers sharing the same struggle, the same determination.

At 4 km, the first water station appeared like a small oasis. It was crowded but well-manned, volunteers cheering us on while handing out cups of cold water and isotonic drinks. The clinking of cups, splashes of water, and the laughter of runners brought a small burst of joy before we pushed on.

By 10 km, the body was warming up, and so was the spirit. Halfway through, and happiness kicked in — that sweet spot where the legs find rhythm, the mind settles, and the city feels like it’s running with you. The horizon slowly brightened, the early light kissing the skyline, and the sound of shoes hitting the pavement became music — the kind that fuels your soul.

Every step forward felt like a reminder of why we do this — for the discipline, the release, the connection, and the quiet moments of triumph hidden within every mile.

The second half — that’s where the real story began. We turned onto Akleh Highway, and suddenly, the flat comfort of the early miles was gone. The hills came alive — long, rolling climbs that tested not just the legs, but the mind.

This was where it got technical — not about pace, but about mental running. Every incline demanded focus, patience, and the kind of quiet strength that only comes from hours of training and a deep “why.” The crowd thinned, breathing got heavier, and you could see it in everyone’s faces — that mix of pain, determination, and stubbornness to keep moving.

The rolling hills kept coming, one after another. Muscles started to tighten; cramps became the unwelcome companions of many. Still, no one gave up. Runners stretched on the sidelines, some limping, some walking, but every single one of them kept inching forward.

That’s when we noticed something truly special this year — the “Medics on the Run.” They were actual runners, moving among us with first aid kits and spray bottles, always ready, always running. They were the unsung heroes — jogging beside struggling runners, offering muscle sprays, hydration, and encouragement. 24/7 on duty, all the way until the finish line. It was humanity in motion — kindness on the run.

As we neared the final kilometers, the battle became personal. Every runner was in their own silent war — fighting fatigue, cramps, heat, and doubt. And then came the supporters, shouting from the sidelines, “Only 500 meters to go!”

But boy oh boy — that was a delusion! It felt like the longest 500 meters in history. Legs were screaming, lungs were burning, but the heart refused to quit. The sound of the crowd grew louder, and then — the moment we’d been dreaming of — the entrance into the stadium.

As my feet hit the track, everything else faded. The pain, the hills, the humidity — gone. All that was left was pure joy. We ran, we smiled, we danced our way to the finish line — the dance of joy, the rhythm of relief, pride, and gratitude.

Because that’s what running is — a dance between struggle and triumph, between pain and purpose. And on that finish line, in the heart of Kuala Lumpur, surrounded by thousands of kindred spirits, we all found our rhythm again.

And as always, when the clock struck 10:45 AM sharp, the familiar sound of the announcer echoed through the stadium — C.O.T. — Cut-Off Time for the 42km full marathon. Just like that, the gates were closed and shut.

For some, it marked the end of triumph — medals around necks, smiles of victory, relief in every breath. But for others, it was a different story. A separate entrance opened for the DNF — “Did Not Finish” runners. They were not entitled for a finisher medal or T-shirt, they came in quietly, shoulders heavy, faces etched with exhaustion and disappointment.

It’s a sight that always tugs at the heart — the pain of giving everything and still falling short. The struggle, the cramps, the heat, the hills — sometimes, no matter how strong your will, the body just can’t push anymore. But even then, there’s courage in showing up, in daring to try, in stepping onto that starting line knowing the battle ahead.

Because behind every DNF is not failure — it’s a story of effort, of resilience, of refusing to stay comfortable. Every runner who crossed that separate gate carried the same warrior spirit as those who finished — just on a different timeline. And in the end, we all shared the same thing: respect for the road, for each other, and for the journey that running always brings.

Reflections — More Than a Race

Every race tells a story, but this one — ASICS Standard Chartered KL Marathon 2025 — felt different. Maybe it was the festive lights, the laughter of strangers, or the warmth of running through a city that never truly sleeps. Maybe it was the unity — thousands of hearts beating for the same purpose.

Running isn’t just about chasing medals or finishing times. It’s about the moments in between — the quiet walk to the start line at 3 AM, the shared Milo, the nod from a stranger, the medic’s helping hand, the hills that test your will, and that one voice shouting “You’ve got this!” when your legs want to quit.

It’s about community — about celebrating the strong and honoring the broken. The ones who danced into the stadium with arms raised, and the ones who walked through the DNF gate with heavy hearts but unbroken spirit. Because every single one showed courage — the courage to start, to endure, to fight, and to believe.

As the city returned to its usual rhythm, one truth lingered:
Running mirrors life.
It’s not always smooth or easy. The road will rise, the body will ache, the mind will waver. But the heart — the heart always knows how to keep going.

And when we crossed that finish line — tired, drenched, but smiling — we weren’t just finishing 21 kilometers. We were celebrating the joy of being alive, the bond we share as runners, and the unspoken promise that no matter how hard it gets — we’ll lace up, show up, and run again.

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.

Some runs take you far from home, chasing new adventures. This one brought me back to where my heart belongs. This year, I signed up for the 12km category — a shorter distance than the half, but still a good challenge, especially with the hills I knew were waiting. And oh yes, the rolling hills did not disappoint. They rose and fell like waves, testing the legs but rewarding the eyes with beautiful, familiar views.

The morning air is cool but buzzing with excitement. Runners stretch, laugh, and snap photos at the starting line. I’m in the 12km crowd, and I can already feel the warmth of being home — these are my roads, my people.

KM 0–2: The Buzz at IKON
The gun goes off and we surge forward, feet tapping in rhythm. Almost immediately, we pass IKON, the familiar building standing proud as the morning sun starts to rise. The crowd’s still thick here, and there’s an energy that makes the first kilometres feel effortless. People chat, wave at supporters, and settle into their pace. A cheerful beginning with runners full of energy and chatter. Soon after, the route carried us past Aeon, a landmark I’ve passed countless times, but today it felt different — dressed up in race-day excitement. Just a little further, we ran by the site of the new Aeon 2, still under construction, but already a symbol of how much this place is growing. It was like running through a living story of my hometown, where the old and new stand side by side.

KM 4–7: Rolling Hills, Rolling Thoughts
The first real rolling hills greet us here — a series of gentle climbs and descents. Each uphill makes the legs burn just enough, but the downhills give that wonderful, flying feeling. The roads were a mix of ups and downs, each hill revealing another stretch of kampung charm —

tunnels, fields, houses, and neighbours waving as we passed. The route this year was fantastic: scenic, well-planned, and just challenging enough to separate the competitive runners from the fun runners, while keeping everyone smiling.

KM 7–9: The Separation Point
By now, the runners have spread out. This is where the fun runners and the competitive runners naturally separate. I find my rhythm, greeting my “commamorates” as I pass — quick nods, small words of encouragement, and shared smiles that say, we’ve got this. Hydration stations appear right when we need them, staffed with smiling volunteers who hand out cups with genuine cheer. Those familiar faces you’ve shared miles and stories with over the years. We exchanged waves, little bursts of encouragement, and knowing smiles that said, yes, the hills are alive… and we’re still alive too.

KM 9–11: Familiar Roads, Familiar Faces

For my family, it was a shared adventure. My hubby ran the 21km like it was just another morning jog — not surprising since it’s almost exactly his daily training route. My son nailed his 12km, his determination shining all the way to the finish line. Seeing both of them run so well made the day even sweeter.

KM 11–12: The Home Stretch
The final kilometre is a mix of fatigue and pure joy. My legs are tired, but my heart is full. I can hear the emcee’s voice growing louder, hyping up the crowd, announcing finishers, and keeping the atmosphere alive. Supporters line the way, clapping and cheering. As I cross the finish line, I see families reunited, lost items being returned, and runners congratulating each other like old friends.

Organisation-wise, the event team nailed it: hydration stations were well-placed and well-stocked, volunteers were friendly and encouraging, and the emcee kept the atmosphere lively, cheerful, and full of heart. They even took care of the little things that make a big difference — reuniting lost family members, finding missing keys and ICs, and making sure no runner felt left behind.

Post-Race Reflections
It wasn’t just a run. It was a tour through my memories, my community, and my family’s shared love for running. Crossing the finish line wasn’t just the end of a race. It was a homecoming — a reminder that running isn’t only about the kilometres covered, but about the stories you collect along the way. The hills, the landmarks, the people — this is why I’ll always come back for this run.

We began our journey on Saturday 26th July at 7am, driving slowly from Seremban, soaking in the calm before the storm. The road trip itself was peaceful, almost meditative, as if my heart knew what was coming the next day. I could already feel the excitement building, knowing that tomorrow would be the day I tested not just my body, but my spirit.

Our first stop was race kit collection. Despite the crowd, everything was incredibly smooth. Smiling volunteers, excited runners, and the sound of laughter—it felt like stepping into a community of people who understood why we run. After collecting our kits, we had lunch, took some beautiful photos to remember this moment, and even enjoyed a quiet tea break before heading to our hotel. Best part? The hotel was only 400 meters from the race venue. That small detail brought such comfort—no rushing, no stress.

Dinner was magical. A small hidden Thai restaurant tucked away in Taiping. The food was comforting, and every bite felt like fuel for the soul.Warm lights, comforting food, and quiet conversations with my hubby. It was more than just a meal; it was the calm before the storm. Back at the hotel, we laid out everything—pants, bib, socks, shoes. That pre-race ritual grounded me. It wasn’t just preparation; it was a promise to myself: “Tomorrow, you will give everything you’ve got.”

Sleep was restless. Not from nerves, but excitement. At 2:30am, I woke up naturally, ready to run. My race-day ritual? A cup of Milo, coffee, and a peanut butter sandwich. Simple, familiar, perfect. Hubby and I exchanged a smile—no words needed. We were ready.

At 3:45am, we walked slowly to the starting point. The atmosphere was electric. Music pulsed through the air, runners were laughing, stretching, doing warm-ups, setting their watches. The sound of conversations and excitement filled the early morning. Hubby kissed me good luck and went to his corral. I stood there, breathing it all in, feeling my heart pounding—not from fear, but from pure joy.

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The Race: Step by Step

The flag-off was perfectly on time. No pushing, no chaos. Just thousands of feet pounding the road in unison, like a wave of determination.

The first 5KM was calm. We passed through the quiet streets of Taiping, guided only by streetlights and the occasional cheer from marshals. The air was cool, and the rhythm of footsteps around me was oddly comforting. We ran as one, each person chasing their own victory.

By KM3, we entered the iconic Taiping Lake Gardens. Even though it was still dark, I could feel its beauty around me—the faint outlines of ancient rain trees, the quiet stillness of the lake. A few kind runners used their phone lights to brighten the path, creating a trail of tiny stars in the darkness. That simple gesture reminded me that running, like life, is never a solo journey—there’s always someone to light the way.

From KM 7–12, the route stretched into quiet residential areas. No major hills, just gentle slopes that tested your legs but didn’t break your spirit. Here, runners greeted one another with nods and smiles, small gestures that carried big meaning. The water stations were perfectly placed, well-stocked, and manned by friendly volunteers who cheered like we were elite runners. Every “You’ve got this!” felt like fuel for the soul.

KM 13–17 was where the real mental game began. The sun was slowly rising, the world around us waking up. My legs were starting to feel heavy, but I stayed close to the 3:30 pacers. Their steady rhythm was my anchor. Time blurred. At 6:30am, I glanced at my watch—halfway. My thoughts went straight to my hubby. In my mind, I pictured him already at the finish line, (Probably a PB with a sub-2) medal around his neck, sipping on Milo, waiting with that proud smile I love so much. That image pushed me forward.

Then came the final stretch—KM 18–21. The finish line was close, but every step felt longer. And yet, something inside me shifted. I wasn’t just running anymore; I was fighting, pushing, proving to myself that endurance isn’t just physical—it’s in your heart. I could hear the cheering from the finish area, feel the music vibrating through my chest. My tired legs found new strength.

And then… I saw him and it. My “Sole”mate- my hubby waiting at The FINISH LINE. I gave it everything. One last push. One last surge. And I crossed it—with a smile so wide it hurt and a heart so full it could burst.

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After the Race

Hubby was waiting for me, medal around his neck, grinning from ear to ear. We hugged, laughed, and celebrated our shared victory. The finisher tee was beautiful, the medal was unique, and the post-race food? Absolute heaven.

But more than anything, it wasn’t about the medal, or the tee, or even the run. It was about what this race taught me:

Every step is a lesson. Every kilometer is a reminder. Life isn’t about speed—it’s about endurance. And when you keep going, no matter how dark the road gets, there’s always light at the end.

To the organizers, the pacers, the volunteers, and the photographers—you didn’t just make this a race. You made it a memory that will live in my heart forever.

We will be back, Taiping. Stronger. Braver. Happier. Because this isn’t just running. This… is joy.

21KM. One finish line. A lifetime of gratitude.

This past weekend, something extraordinary happened at D’Tempat Country Club. The serene waters of the club’s pool turned into a vibrant, rhythmic dance floor as Aqua Zumba® made its grand debut — and it wasn’t just a workout… it was a full-on party.

With the sun beaming down from a flawless blue sky and a gentle breeze whispering through the palm trees, the stage was set for what would be an unforgettable hour of high-energy, splash-filled fun. A total of 30 excited participants—ranging from teens to adults and even the young-at-heart—lined up poolside, buzzing with anticipation.

ZIN™ Christine from Pro A3 Fitness — our Rock Star instructor, a certified, trained, and licensed Zumba professional whose charisma could light up an entire stadium. But on this day, she lit up the pool. From the moment she stepped onto the deck, her magnetic energy, radiant smile, and fierce playlist set the tone for what would become an epic, non-stop Aqua Zumba® session.

And when the first beat dropped? The pool exploded with life.

For a solid 60 minutes, Christine led us through a heart-pounding, soul-lifting workout that fused Latin sizzle, K-pop swag, hip hop grooves, and Caribbean soca beats into an unstoppable wave of movement. From aqua squats to hip shakes, jumping jacks to merengue twists, everyone was moving, splashing, and laughing in sync — regardless of age or fitness level.

The best part? No one had to be a dancer. No one had to be a swimmer. All they needed was the willingness to move, have fun, and let the music take over. And that’s the magic of Aqua Zumba® — it’s inclusive, joyful, and makes fitness feel like a celebration.

🌀 The Atmosphere Was Electric

Everywhere you looked, there were smiles, splashes, and spontaneous bursts of laughter. The sound of upbeat music echoed off the water, creating a soundtrack of joy and vitality. It felt like a mini tropical festival — with the glistening water, the pulsing beats, the whoops of encouragement, and high fives flying in every direction.

Christine’s energy? Unreal. She cheered, danced, jumped, and connected with each participant like they were long-lost friends. She brought out the very best in everyone — pulling out moves they didn’t know they had, and confidence they didn’t know they needed.

Whether it was a grandmother dancing beside her teenage granddaughter or a father shaking it out with his young daughter, the pool was full of connection, laughter, and shared joy.

💃 More Than a Workout — A Movement

By the time the music slowed and Christine called the cool-down, there was a collective moment of breathlessness — not just from the workout, but from the sheer fun of it all. As people towelled off and gathered their things, one thing was clear: they didn’t want it to end.

The feedback was unanimous:

“That was the most fun I’ve had all month!”
“Christine is amazing — when’s the next one?”
“Please make this a regular thing!”

And we hear you loud and clear.

This first Aqua Zumba® party was just the beginning. With such an incredible turnout, unmatched vibes, and a community ready to move, we’re more inspired than ever to bring it back — bigger, better, and bolder.

💦 Stay Tuned — This Wave is Just Getting Started

If you missed it, don’t worry — you’ll have another chance to make a splash soon. Because when it comes to fitness, we believe in joy over judgment, community over competition, and moving to feel good — not just to look good.

So get your swimsuits ready, because the pool will be calling again.

Aqua Zumba® is here to stay — and we promise, you’ll want more.

Last week, I immersed myself in something that has reignited my passion for learning and deepened my love for the world of fitness and nutrition. I attended a 3-day Exercise Nutrition course led by the dynamic and incredibly knowledgeable Edutrainer Ee-Ling Yeoh, and I can honestly say—it was one of the most energizing and inspiring experiences I’ve had in a long time.

The Crew: A Powerhouse of Minds

We were a group of 12 participants, and let me tell you, this wasn’t your typical classroom crowd. Each person came from a unique background, bringing their own expertise and stories to the table.

There were experienced personal trainers, some of whom work closely with doctors and physiotherapists, and even one who specializes in spinal and backbone rehabilitation. One of the standout attendees was the wife of a personal trainer, who also happens to be into boxing—a petite, powerful woman with fierce intelligence and quick wit. Every break was like a mini-masterclass in itself, with deep conversations about client challenges, training protocols, and real-life case studies. I was constantly jotting down notes, not just from the lectures, but from the people around me.

It felt like being in a room full of motivated minds who live and breathe fitness, just like I do. No egos, just curiosity, mutual respect, and passion for learning.

Our Trio of Energy & Laughter

Among the 12, we were the only three women, and from day one, we connected instantly, we called ourselves the “PowerPuff girls” but in reality more to the “PUFF” girls laa….Eunice, Olive and Christine! It was like the universe placed us there to find one another. We clicked like magnets—supporting, laughing, and learning together.

While we were fully engaged in the coursework, let’s be real—the highlight of our day often during lunch hour break when we’d go food hunting around the area. From protein-packed meals to cheeky desserts, our little adventures became rituals. And how could I forget their shared obsession with macha tea? It became their trusted ally to stay sharp and energized, especially during those intense afternoon theory sessions.

The Course: Nutritional Deep Dive

Ee-Ling’s teaching style was nothing short of engaging. She has this unique way of simplifying complex nutrition science and connecting it to real-world application. Whether we were diving into macronutrient timing, gut health, hormonal impact on training, or client case studies, not a single topic felt dry or irrelevant.

She challenged our thinking, busted common myths, and pushed us to think about how nutrition isn’t just about fat loss or muscle gain—it’s about sustainable, performance-driven health. I left every day feeling like my toolbox had doubled, and I couldn’t wait to apply it all with my clients.

There was something so invigorating about being surrounded by people who genuinely wanted to learn—not just to get certified—but to become better coaches, educators, and humans.

What I Took Away (Beyond the Notes)

By the end of the 3 days, I had pages full of notes, a mind full of ideas, and a heart full of gratitude. But more than that, I walked away with:

• New friendships that feel like they’ll last far beyond the classroom.
• A renewed sense of purpose in my own fitness coaching journey.
• Fresh perspectives on how I can better help women navigating hormonal changes, fat loss, and muscle preservation—especially with the unique challenges we face.

And let’s be honest, I also left with a slightly elevated matcha addiction. But hey—brain fuel, right?

Final Thoughts

This course reminded me that learning never stops—and that surrounding yourself with the right people can elevate you in ways you didn’t even expect. If you’re in the fitness or wellness industry and ever get a chance to learn from Ee-Ling Yeoh, do it. It’s more than a course—it’s an experience.

To my fellow coursemates: thank you for your insights, your humor, and your company. To the two amazing women I bonded with: you made the experience 10x more fun, and I’m so grateful for our laughs, deep talks, and food quests.

Here’s to more growth, more gains, and more matcha. 💚

The finale of our Biggest Loser Challenge was more than just an ending—it was a powerful celebration of personal growth, renewed self-belief, and the bonds formed through a shared journey. Set in the elegant Arena Boutique Hotel Seremban, the venue offered just the right touch of warmth and charm, creating a cozy and inspiring space for all 13 of us to gather and reflect.

A Feast to Remember

We were treated to a hi-tea spread that was both comforting and indulgent, a well-earned reward for the discipline and dedication each participant had shown throughout the challenge.

The buffet was a feast for the senses:

• 🍗 Crispy deep-fried chicken with Thai sauce – golden, crunchy and bursting with tangy flavor.

• 🌙 Roti Jala with rich, aromatic chicken curry – a beautiful pairing of soft, lacy crepes soaked in spicy curry goodness.

• 🦪 Mussels bathed in creamy butter sauce – indulgent and savory, a dish that truly stood out.

• 🐟 Fish fingers served with zesty tartar sauce – simple but satisfying, a crowd favorite.

• 🍝 Pasta chicken bolognaise – hearty and familiar, perfect for those who love a warm, meaty pasta dish.

• 🥗 Stir-fried mixed vegetables – a refreshing touch of greens to balance out the meal.

• 🥮 French pastries – delicate, flaky treats that looked as good as they tasted.

• 🍉 Fresh fruit platter – vibrant and juicy, a healthy nod to our wellness journey.

• 🍵 Hot Leng Chee Kang – a traditional, soothing dessert soup that added a nostalgic Malaysian flavor.
• 🍤 Cucur Udang – crispy, savory prawn fritters that had everyone going back for seconds.

• ☕️ Freshly brewed coffee and warm tea – the perfect finish to a truly delightful meal.

This wasn’t just food—it was a celebration on a plate. Each bite reminded us of how far we’d come, and that enjoying life’s little pleasures is part of a healthy, balanced journey.

A Journey of Transformation

The real heart of the event, however, was the stories and smiles we shared. Each participant brought with them a unique story—a story of struggle, courage, setbacks, and victories.

Over the weeks and months, we pushed through sore muscles, early mornings, meal planning, and self-doubt. We learned to say no to excuses and yes to discipline. We encouraged each other, held one another accountable, and celebrated small wins along the way.

Mr. Victor Foo ensured that the setting reflected the significance of this journey. With his attention to detail and thoughtful planning, we had a space that felt supportive, uplifting, and safe for us to open up, exchange testimonies, and reconnect with our “why.”

Celebrating Our Champions

As part of our simple yet heartfelt award ceremony, we honored those who stood out for their consistency, perseverance, and spirit:

• 🥇 Debbie – Our 1st Place Winner! Her transformation was not just physical but mental—she embraced the challenge with commitment and grace.

• 🥈 Hema – 2nd Place and also the winner of the Most Inspirational Award. Her journey inspired us all with her positivity, resilience, and unwavering focus.

• 🥉 Devi – 3rd Place for her steady determination and silent strength throughout the challenge.

We also had surprise awards that celebrated the unique qualities that made this group special:

• 🌟 Best Attitude Award – Amanda: Always cheerful, encouraging others even on her off days.

• 🔄 Comeback Award – Maha: Her bounce-back story was a reminder that it’s never too late to get back on track.

• 💖 Most Inspirational Award – Hema: A double honor for a truly remarkable woman.

Memories to Last a Lifetime

The day was filled with joy, laughter, and heartfelt moments. We took plenty of photos to capture the spirit of the event—hugging friends, beaming with pride, holding our awards, and toasting with teacups to healthier, stronger versions of ourselves.

What we walked away with was more than just trophies and full tummies—it was a sense of belonging, achievement, and empowerment.

Here’s to all the Biggest Losers—because in losing the weight, we gained so much more.

Last weekend’s family getaway turned out to be a whirlwind of drama, laughter, and delicious surprises. The highlight? Catching the Fire Dance at Batu Feringgi. But before we got mesmerized by blazing torches and hypnotic rhythms, our first pitstop was dinner—and what a dinner it was—at Bahang Bay Hotel, Penang.

Let me rewind just a little.

We made a last-minute dinner booking at Bahang Bay, crossing our fingers that we’d actually get there on time. Hubby and I hopped into a Grab from Paragon Gurney Mall, fully expecting a chill 40-minute ride. But oh no—Penang traffic had other plans. It took us nearly 2 hours, bumper to bumper, moving like snails at a car meet. Imagine a parking lot, but with honking.

And this, dear readers, is where my Drama Queen moment hit. Halfway through the jam, nature called—loudly. I pleaded with our ever-patient and highly “cekap” Grab driver, who—bless him—skillfully pulled over in the chaos just so I could make a toilet dash. I sprinted to the nearest public toilet like I was chasing an Olympic medal. Honestly, I might’ve clocked my personal best in the half-marathon category that day.

Back in the car, sweaty and victorious, we finally arrived at the serene Bahang Bay Resort, stomachs growling louder than the traffic horns. The place was gorgeous—calm, breezy, and a welcome contrast to the madness of the ride. We were ushered to the restaurant overlooking the pool and hills, and within minutes, we were deep into the À la carte menu.

We didn’t manage to photograph everything (too hungry, sorry!), but here’s a shout out to the standouts:

Bahang Bay Bliss

When we finally arrived at Bahang Bay Hotel, we were tired, hungry, and oh-so-relieved. The resort was beautiful—peaceful, breezy, and welcoming. The restaurant, though quiet that night, felt cozy and charming. Despite our late arrival, Chef Yana greeted us warmly and promised something special from the À la carte menu.

She did not disappoint.

The Food: Comfort Meets Flavor

Chef Yana prepared a delicious spread for our hungry family:

• 🥦 Vegetarian Mee Hoon Goreng – Cooked specially for my mum-in-law, this dish was a star on its own. Fragrant, perfectly spiced, and full of fresh veggies—she gave it a big thumbs up!

• 🍢 Satay – Juicy, smoky, and paired with a thick, nutty peanut sauce. The kids devoured them in minutes.
• 🍗 Grilled Chicken Chop – Tender, flavorful, and grilled to perfection. A comfort food winner.
• 🐟 Grilled Salmon – Crisp on the outside, moist and flaky inside. Light yet satisfying.
• 🍔 Chicken & Beef Burgers – The patties were thick, juicy, and came with generous sides. Perfect for the little ones (and the grown-ups too!).
• 🍲 Sup Kambing – Rich, hearty, and spiced just right. A soul-warming bowl that my brother in law couldn’t stop raving about.

Despite being a last-minute booking, everything was prepared with care. It felt like a home-cooked meal—if your home had a professional chef with a great palate. The best part and the highlight for the night was, my brother in law, Sangar gave us this special dinner treat! We hit jackpot!!

So Good… We Forgot the Time

Somewhere between the grilled salmon, slurping mee hoon, and sneaking satay sticks off each other’s plates—we lost track of time.

We were bonding, sharing stories, laughing, and just soaking in the moment. It was one of those rare dinners where everything just clicked. The food, the company, the setting—it all blended into a perfect, happy bubble.

And then… we realised: the Fire Dance had already ended.

My sister-in-law Shanti was devastated—she’d been so excited about it. But we promised her: next time, we’ll make it for the show. (And maybe leave four hours earlier.)

Final Thoughts

Our “detour” dinner at Bahang Bay Resort turned out to be the real highlight of the night. Sometimes the best memories aren’t the ones you plan for—they’re the ones you stumble into, with good food and great company.

Huge thanks to Chef Yana for the incredible food and hospitality, and to our Grab driver hero for making sure we got there safely (and dry).

Rating: 9/10
For the food, the feels, and the Fire Dance we missed… but didn’t really need. ❤️