The full moon race report

Now this race name I made up. It’s actually called ” The NBH Duathlon Race” . It was a night race, my first ever night race but the moon was glowing so beautifully I decided to call it the full moon race.

It was 6pm and I was still deciding whether or not I should participate in the race.I finally convinced myself to do it anyways. Its a short race and it’s a duathlon ( run-bike- run ) . The distances were 2.5km run- 10km bike- 1.25 run

Now the race is literally a sprint. Everyone’s moving fast and everyone thinks they were going to finish any moment now. And that’s exactly where most people failed. They thought they could go all out and they’d finish. From my racing experience, you never ever go full gas. EVER. Unless you actually trained specifically for it and in your training sessions you have gone out full gas.

With all of my racing experience ( mainly bad ) , I think I know a thing or two about pacing and finishing strong.

So let’s start with the run. 3 2 1 …. GO

FULL GAS EVERYONE.

I pace myself carefully and then catch up with an upcoming star triathlete May Al haji. Now May is a very strong triathlete who trains hard consistently, but was having a little bit of a hard time during the first run so I decided to pace her and stay with her. I kept on trying to give tips and motivate her during the run, I don’t know if it was working or I was being annoying. We ran the whole run together till the end and then during transition we took off together and then her being a strong cyclist I drafted off her. It was beautiful, fast and well aligned. If you don’t know what drafting is, I urge you to youtube ” bike drafting ” or just click here.

Drafting or slipstreaming is a technique where two bikes or other moving objects are caused to align in a close group reducing the overall effect of drag due to exploiting the lead object’s slipstream. Especially when high speeds are involved, as in motor racing and cycling, drafting can significantly reduce the pace line’s  average energy expenditure required to maintain a certain speed and can also slightly reduce the energy expenditure of the lead vehicle or object.

Behind me were two more guys. May had created a train of cyclists all behind her. The energy was just magnificent. After the first lap I didn’t know I had to u-turn so I did another 100-150 meters and lost the pack. I quickly found someone else to cling to, as I hadn’t trained well so I needed someone else’s effort. A good strong cyclist named Mubarak I believe ( this could be wrong)  was the one I ended up drafting the second half of the bike leg. Finished the bike pretty fresh. The last leg of the run was fast. I promised not to go hard. I paced well till the last 100m I went all out. I was breathing heavily and the cones were there to help my brain.

Me: Brain, just one more cone

Body: Okay.

Me: Just one more

Brain: okay

Then I passed around 7 cones going hard. I finished the total race in a time of 39 minutes and 40 seconds.

NUTRITION:

I had dates and water to break my fast ( it’s ramadan for those who don’t know ) and then had ate some tofu, vegetables and white steamed rice. All easy to digest and all carbs. 2 hours later I drank around 700ml of coconut water and headed to the race. During the bike leg I just had one sip of water because I was dry and that was all..

 

Here’s all of the behind the scenes. Enjoy

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The human resource(r)

Lets name him Alan. Let’s call him Alan brown. He is in the people business.

He helps companies help people. Get them sorted, get them educated for their role, and just help them out with any problems they encounter during their employment period.

Here’s the thing. Alan was not very good at his job. He had started off well but his business slowly began to deteriorate. He was losing money, losing clients and slowing losing all of his wealth. He ended up having only a little money left in his bank account that actually belonged to him. He looked up the best damn guy in the business. He was well known and his track record spoke for itself.

He invested all what he had and hired a pro. Now this guy. We call Jimmy. Jimmy was in his early thirties, bright, sharp, motivated and highly successful. People trusted him, he was genuinely nice and was always ready to do business ( AKA Kick Ass ) .

Alan could not digest him. But he needed him. A year goes by. Alan’s business is back on its feet and bringing in a little profit. He now begins to question Jimmy and thinks he can make it all on his own ( again ).

Alan was particularly sacred about how he trained his employees. Most of his failures and complaints all came from Alan’s technique on training. So he’d lecture Jimmy from time to time on how to do business and what were the proper ways of training employees. Jimmy being the wise man that he is, he’d just listen,nod and let him finish what he had to say. Alan would love boasting over how he started his business from nothing and how he was doing business when Jimmy was still in diapers. Jimmy would tell him “of course, you’re right” . It helped Alan’s ego.

Jimmy knew that Alan’s way of doing business was long due and that is why is he was six feet under before he was hired. Jimmy also knew that Alan only meant good, and felt threatened. Not in the sense that Jimmy would take over but in the sense that he just couldn’t have been wrong all of this time. Or that his ways have been outdated or that he got lucky and made it big when he did. It was too much for him to handle.  He could not feel inadequate.

Day after day he’d be more paranoid and Jimmy’s success was slowly eating him alive. One fine day in the training room he saw Jimmy using a smart board and demonstrating some new techniques. Alan barged inside wth rage and yelled at him in front of everyone “those techniques are wrong, and you are going to lose us business, you fool. I have been doing this for a very long time and let me tell you how things work…..” . He didn’t stop until the meeting finished and took over the session in a very old fashioned way. People in the room felt alienated, disturbed and insecure.

Jimmy handed over his resignation and Alan accepted out of rage. Alan is now out of business and blames the stock market, the economy, wall street and the banks.

In an interview he said that Jimmy leaving had nothing to do with it. All of this was bound to happen regardless.

 

Writing and crying

I have missed writing so much.

Sometimes all I do is think about it from the time I wake up until  I nap. Then its all good after that. But it’s in my mind for quite sometime during the day. Especially during the day because that’s when I’m accustomed to write. When it gets dark I stop thinking about writing and focus on what I’m doing at the moment.

The other day I was talking about writing and how I want to get back into it but just don’t seem to have the time for it. Moments later, I get a notification from my blog informing me that the views are booming. Like it was a clear sign from the Almighty himself. I want to write more, at least as much as I used to. I have so much to say. I always do. And writing is much easier for me. But I’m too consumed with video lately that it’s been taking up all of my time recently. And I absolutely love  it. I can only do so much in day.
Job(s), husband, father, Youtuber, athlete,son, friend, blogger. I clearly have to prioritise here. And I simply just cannot open my laptop and start typing. I just can’t give a half assed post. I really need to sit down and think about what I want to say,how I want to say it, and in what flow I want to say it in. All of that takes time. My thoughts take time. I am a distracted person which means that it’ll take me twice as long to do something an undistracted person would. Oh and then I have to proof read it and make sure I didn’t nake any mistakes :).

Since I’m writing. Let’s talk about crying.

It’s 2 am. I’m sleep deprived. It’s Ramadan. A holy month where lack of  sleep make the best of some of us. I feel like crying and I don’t know why. I walk into the streets and see a lot of lights. I then enter a mall and start crying in public. Everyone around me stare with shock and a little embarrassment. I then start making faces while l cry to see if maybe someone will come and tell me something or maybe ask what’s wrong.

A strong looking guy comes up to me and says what is it? I tell him” I don’t know, I just don’t”, with a funny  face where my lips are all weird and twisted. “Maybe because it’s 2:30 am.” He then says ” pull yourself together, there are people watching”. I walked away and continued crying but without the face. Since it’s Ramadan everything was open. Even a psychology clinic ( Ramadan timings and all ). I walked in with red eyes and wet cheeks. The receptionist gives me a weird look and hands me some tissues and says, “how can I help you?” I blow my nose and say” I don’t why I’m crying”. She tells to have a seat, so I sit there waiting, then a woman with a tallit on, looks at me. She asks if I fast as well. I say “yes”. She then goes along and tells me that they fast during Yom Kippur. Yom Kippur is the holiest day in judaism falling in the month of Tishrei.

She then leans over and tells me ” look, Human beings are very complex creatures, and it could well be that at some deeper level of yourself, there are some very good reasons for crying.

It could be old emotions working themselves out of your system, or an acknowledgement that subconsciously, something in your life is causing you profound grief and pain, even though consciously everything seems fine.

I know modern society frowns on negative emotions, and tries to get everyone worried that their ‘serotonin levels’ are messed up if they dare to emote a little bit, but really, it’s good to cry sometimes.

Let the tears out, and you may well find that it leads to some sort of positive cathartic process, new insight or new path in life. But to reiterate, crying sometimes, even if we don’t know exactly why we’re doing it, is healthy, normal and part of being a functioning, emotionally-connected human being.

Hope this is helpful”

She gets up and leaves. “Next”  yells the receptionist. I walk in to the psychologists office and he asks me when was the last time I cried. I answered “2012” .

I just needed to sleep.

What Ramadan should really be about

Ramadan! It’s a hot topic right now. I need to talk about it.

This is the perfect time to talk a little more about my beliefs as well. I usually refrain from that because I don’t like shoving my beliefs down anyone else’s throat for one. 2) I think it’s a personal internal system that you share with God and everyone else should be respected as human beings no matter what.

I used to be a little racist. I know it now. At the time I would have probably denied it. But we all are a little racist really. Please don’t deny it. What I’m aiming for is accepting everyone for who they are. I think this is the closest I’ve ever been. I no longer look at people through the culture/religious glass. I simply see how they are as a human being and how I’m treated, and how they treat others too.

This post isn’t really about ramadan per se but more about what we should really be focusing on. Ramadan or not. But since the holy month is upon, it’s always motivation to up it a notch while you’re at it.

I love you.

This is what happens when I get out of bed unable to sleep due to a food coma. I just don’t make as much sense. But I do love you ( my readers ) for taking time out of your schedule to read this post. It means something. It’s special.

Ramadan is know as the month of giving. Heck, even Facebook knows it.

What we should be working on is generosity. And no I don’t mean just giving money to someone who you think is in need, while instantly feeling better about yourself as a human being. I’m talking about being generous with yourself first.

Being generous with your smiles, being generous with your time ( with loved and appreciated ones ) , being generous with how you treat yourself, being generous with your love, being generous with your kindness, being generous with your helping hand, being generous with your talents and spraying it positively to make this world a better place, being generous with with your emotions and lastly being generous enough to spread this post like it’s going to make a change in the world ( That is just shameless, I know. But I genuinely believe that words could move mountains ) .

You come first. Family and friends a close second.
You helping yourself become a better human being, automatically helps those around you. Be generous to yourself first and then give so much that it becomes a part of you DNA.

Ramadan Kareem. Happy fasting.
God bless.

I’m happier working 14 hours a day now as an entrepreneur

I’d be driving to work thinking about how I’d be battling depression. It was a fun little game.

Today I’ll get depressed about……time. Yes that’s a  good one. Let me sit and think about the time I don’t have and how I’m wasting on this Godforsaken job.

Other days I’d sit there and start loathing myself.  I worked 8 hours a day. Was home every night on a certain time, had one day off and had a stable income ( kind of). It was stable but not timely.

I was miserable, hated the people I worked for and was not vey productive at all. I had a lot of time on my hand. A task that took half an hour I finished in a week, just right before the deadline. I was so good at procastranating that I had to win an award for procastranator of the year. I hated my one day off because it reminded of what i’d have to go back to and that I wasn’t dreaming.

Since I wasn’t feeling very well, I wasn’t performing too well as a human being to my community and my loved ones.

I quit. For the second time. The first time they asked me to stay,they told me that things will be different and that things would improve etc. So I did. I quit 2 months later without a solid back up plan.

It was one of the most liberating moments of my life. I was happy, free and jobless.
It wasn’t the wisest thing in the world to do but I was willing to do anything to make it work. Ever since quitting my last job. Wonders have happened. I became more creative , happier and a window of opportunities have come my way.

I went broke for a while. I mean all out broke. It was miserable, but that was better than going back to doing what I hate. I’m now a sort of a lifestyle entrepreneur where I do multiple projects and love what I do. I am now a 100% freelancer and never knew I could do it.

I work 9-14 hours a day and I can’t wait to wake up and do it all over again. I once wanted to quit my job to have more free time on my hand. I never imagined that I’d work for 14 hours at times. But this right here is what I quit for. To be productive, to be a ray of light ( hopefully) and to be fully immersed in life.

Thank you for reading, now go spread your wings.