Short Time but Feels Good
Saturday Evening October 7, 2006
That was a horrible day that should be passed. Lucky me I could pass that day, without sacrificed my fasting during this fasting month. The most important thing is, I still could ride my bike. I did a lot off activity that day; including fixing my motor bike accompanying my wife went to supermarket. Such a boring thing to be done but I had to do that, otherwise she will do something that going to put me in trouble... :).
The time showed around 5:00 pm, I still had 45 minutes before breaking my fasting time arrives. I had to make a choice whether just stay home waiting for the time or I still could use my time to ride my silver KHS event only one lap. Then the decision had to be made, I choose second option to fulfill my passion.
I started to thinking that I only had at least 30 minutes on the road. Once I closed the gate, park my Jeep there was only one thing on my mind. I should take my bike out as soon as possible. With only doing little bit warmed up I started pedaling my bike. It was feeling good, no matter my throat feeling so thirsty. I rode my KHS with a strategy. In the First 15 minute me’ would ride it slowly and the second 15minutes I'd make a sprint. The lap it self it wasn't so long, only about 10km from my home to my home as a starting point and finish. It didn’t mean that I’m going no where :).
I had to make an adaptation to my bike. I've just put my full suspension bike to the barn. But it was only a while. Then I can find the rhythm like a usual. I made my short journey on that evening slowly with the wind on my face....mmm...nice.
I started pushing my speed when my watch shows it was about 15 minute before fasting time over. Only about 4 km left, I was pedaling my KHS like crazy push to the limit. But anyhow I'm not an athlete or superman. With only one by one breath I slowed my bike down.
There was paint on my throat. I need water or something that I should drink. And lucky me the azan magrib (summon) already sounded by the mosque near by my housing complex. Put my bike on the bike place, run to the dinner table where my wife prepared me with the glass of warm sweat tea. And gluk ...gluk ...gluk......aahhhhhhhh...... feels good.
Thanks Honey.
That was a horrible day that should be passed. Lucky me I could pass that day, without sacrificed my fasting during this fasting month. The most important thing is, I still could ride my bike. I did a lot off activity that day; including fixing my motor bike accompanying my wife went to supermarket. Such a boring thing to be done but I had to do that, otherwise she will do something that going to put me in trouble... :).
The time showed around 5:00 pm, I still had 45 minutes before breaking my fasting time arrives. I had to make a choice whether just stay home waiting for the time or I still could use my time to ride my silver KHS event only one lap. Then the decision had to be made, I choose second option to fulfill my passion.
I started to thinking that I only had at least 30 minutes on the road. Once I closed the gate, park my Jeep there was only one thing on my mind. I should take my bike out as soon as possible. With only doing little bit warmed up I started pedaling my bike. It was feeling good, no matter my throat feeling so thirsty. I rode my KHS with a strategy. In the First 15 minute me’ would ride it slowly and the second 15minutes I'd make a sprint. The lap it self it wasn't so long, only about 10km from my home to my home as a starting point and finish. It didn’t mean that I’m going no where :).
I had to make an adaptation to my bike. I've just put my full suspension bike to the barn. But it was only a while. Then I can find the rhythm like a usual. I made my short journey on that evening slowly with the wind on my face....mmm...nice.
I started pushing my speed when my watch shows it was about 15 minute before fasting time over. Only about 4 km left, I was pedaling my KHS like crazy push to the limit. But anyhow I'm not an athlete or superman. With only one by one breath I slowed my bike down.
There was paint on my throat. I need water or something that I should drink. And lucky me the azan magrib (summon) already sounded by the mosque near by my housing complex. Put my bike on the bike place, run to the dinner table where my wife prepared me with the glass of warm sweat tea. And gluk ...gluk ...gluk......aahhhhhhhh...... feels good.
Thanks Honey.
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