Mama & daughter makeup playtime ❤️ [BTS]
Thanks for the invites @spottedmediasg for this Interview-style shooting session. Appreciate the bonding opportunity with my darling Joreen! We had a really fun time & good laugh ❤️
It is the 1st time Joreen did makeup for me😍 and it is also Joreen's 1st exposure to full makeup products coz i don't usually let Joreen touches mine. :P She doesn't has a lot of chances watching me doing makeup either coz i will chase her out. ops! 😅😂😂😂 Cant let her stay besides me le. The curious Joreen will be keep asking why this & that.. (like a bumble bee beez beez lol) Pull my hand la... try on my makeup la 🤪 (Sorry baby, mama can't multi-tasking 😜)
My feeling when Joreen spam @thefaceshop_sg makeup on my face during the shooting......
>>>>😱Omg what is happening!
No mirror, I'm so anxious! 😱
At the same time, I can't wait to see the end result as I'm sure it gonna be "interesting"🤣
Stay tune with @spottedmediasg to see Joreen's makeup skill!
And her final product of painting! (my face la 🤣🤣)
Do you think she will surprise me with a mei mei look or turn me into a clown!? wahahahha🤪🤣
#momdaughter #makeup #playtime #bonding #fun #lovely #sgkids #4y4m #sgmummy #interview #video #shooting #octoct20
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My sister, Michelle-Ann Iking's 3% chance of conceiving naturally was a success! Here's her story:
(My apologies as I've been overwhelmed with personal matters. I've only managed to get to my desk. So finally got around posting this).
This is the story behind my sister's pregnancy struggle and how she shared her journey over her Facebook page.
Because some may have not caught her LIVE session chat with me (https://www.facebook.com/daphneiking/videos/687743128744960/) , or read her lengthy post (as it's a private page);
she's allowed me to copy and paste it over my wall, in case you need to know more about her thought process on how AND why she focused on the 3% success probability. Read on.
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Posted 10th May 2020.
FB Credit: Michelle-Ann Iking
A week ago today I celebrated becoming a mother to our second, long awaited child.
Please forgive this mother's LONG (self-indulgent) post, journalling what this significant milestone has meant for her personally, for her own fallible memory's sake as well as maybe to share one day with her son.
If all you were wondering was whether I had delivered and if mum and bub are OK, please be assured the whole KkLM family are thriving tremendously, and continue scrolling right along your Newsfeed 😁.
OUR 3% MIRACLE
All babies are miracles... and none more so than our precious Kiaen Aaryan (pronounced KEY-n AR-yen), whose name derives from Sanskrit origins meaning:
Grace of God
Spiritual
Kind
Benevolent
...words espousing the gratitude Kishore and I feel for Kiaen's arrival as our "3% miracle".
He was conceived, naturally, after 3 years of Kishore and I hoping, praying and 'endeavoring'... and only couples for whom the objective switches from pure recreation to (elusive) procreation will understand how this is less fun than it sounds ...
3 years during which time we had consensus from 3 different doctors that we, particularly I (with my advancing age etc etc) had only a 3% chance of natural conception and that our best hope for a sibling for our firstborn, Lara Anoushka, was via IVF.
Lara herself was an 'intervention baby', being one of the 20% of babies successfully conceived through the less intrusive IUI process, after a year and a half of trying naturally and already being told then my age was a debilitating factor.
We had tried another round of IUI for her sibling in 2017 when Lara was a year old. And that time we fell into the ranks of the 80% of would-be parents for whom it would be an exercise in futility... who would go home, comfort each other as best they could, while individually masking their own personal disappointment... hoping for the best, 'the next time around'...
So the improbability ratio of 97% against natural conception of our second baby, as concurred by the combined opinion of 3 medical professionals, was a very real, very daunting figure for us to have to mentally deal with.
Deep, DEEP, down in my heart however, though I had many a day of doubt... I kept a core kernel of faith that somehow, I would again experience the privilege of pregnancy, and again, have a chance at childbirth.
And so, the optimist in me would tell myself, "Well, there have to be people who fall in the 3% bucket... why shouldn't WE be part of the 3%?"
Those who know me well, understand my belief in the Law of Attraction, the philosophy of focusing your mind only on what you want to attract, not on what you don't want, and so even as Kishore and I prepared to go into significant personal debt to attempt IVF in the 2nd half of 2019, I marshalled a last ditch effort to hone in on that 3% chance of natural conception... through research coming across fertility supplements that I ordered from the US and sent to a friend in Singapore to redirect to me because the supplier would not deliver to Malaysia.
I made us as a couple take the supplements in the 3 month 'priming period' in the lead up to the IVF procedure - preconditioning our bodies for optimum results, if you will.
At the same time, I had invested in a sophisticated fertility monitor, with probes and digital sensors for daily tracking of saliva and other unmentionable fluid samples, designed to pinpoint with chemical accuracy my state of fertility on any given day.
(UPDATE: For those interested - I obtained the supplements and Ovacue Fertility Monitor from https://www.fairhavenhealth.com/. Though I had my supplies delivered to a friend in Singapore, and redirected to me here since the US site does not deliver to Malaysia, there are local distributors for these products, you will just have to research the trustworthiness of the vendors yourself...)
I had set an intention - in the 3 months of pre-IVF priming, I would consume what seemed like a pharmacy's worth of supplements, and track fertility religiously... in hopes that somehow, within the 3 month priming period, we would conceive naturally and potentially save ourselves a down payment on a new property... and this was just a projection on financial costs of IVF, not even considering the physical, emotional and mental toll it involves, with no guarantee of a baby at the end of it all...
It was a continuation of an intention embedded even with my first pregnancy, where all the big ticket baby items were consciously purchased for use by a future sibling, in gender neutral colours, in hopes that sibling would be a brother "for a balanced pair", though of course any healthy child would be a welcome blessing.
It was a very conscious determination to always skew my thoughts in service of what the end objective was. For example, when 3+year old Lara would innocently express impatience at not yet having a sibling, at one point suggesting that since we were "taking too long to give her a baby brother/sister", perhaps we should just "go buy a baby from a shop", instead of getting defensive or berating the baby that she herself was, we enlisted Lara's help to pray for her sibling... so in any place of worship, or sacred ground of any kind that we passed thereon, Lara would stop, close her eyes, bow her small head and place her tiny hands together in prayer, reciting earnestly, "Please God, please give me a baby brother or baby sister."
After months and months of watching Lara do this, in the constancy of her childlike chant, Kishore started feeling the pressure of possibly disappointing Lara if her prayer was not answered. Whereas for me, Lara's recitation of her simple wish became like a strengthening mantra, our collective intention imbued with greater power with each repetition, and the goal of a sibling kept very much in the forefront of our minds (hence our calling Lara our 'project manager' in this endeavour).
And somehow in the 2nd month of that 3 month period, a positive + sign appeared on one of the home pregnancy tests I had grown accustomed to taking - my version of the lottery tickets others keep buying in hopes of hitting the jackpot, with all the cyclical anticipation and more often than not, disappointment, that entails...
This time however I was not disappointed.
With God's Grace, (hence 'Kiaen', a variation of 'Kiaan' which means 'Grace of God'), my focus on our joining the ranks of the 3% had materialised.
It seems poetic then, that Kiaen chose to make his appearance on the 3rd May, ironically the same date that his paternal great-grandfather departed this world for the next... such that in the combined words of Kishore and his father Kai Vello Suppiah,
"The 1st generation Suppiah left on 3rd May and the 4th generation Suppiah arrived on 3rd May after 41yrs...
One leaves, another comes, the legacy lives on..."
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KIAEN AARYAN SUPPIAH'S BIRTH STORY
On Sunday 3rd May, I was 40 weeks and 5 days pregnant.
The baby was, in my mind, very UN-fashionably late past his due date of 29th April, so as much as I had willed and 'manifested' the privilege of pregnancy, to say I was keen to be done with it all was an understatement.
In the weeks leading to up to my full term, I had experienced increasingly intense Braxton-Hicks 'practice contractions' - annoying for me for the discomfort involved, stressful for Kishore who was on tenterhooks with the false alarms, on constant alert for when we would actually need to leave home for the hospital.
Having become a Hypnobirthing student and advocate from my first pregnancy with Lara, and thus being equipped with
(1) a lack of fear about childbirth in general and
(2) a basic understanding of how all the sensations I would experience fit into the big picture of my body bringing our baby closer to us,
I was less stressed - content to wait for the baby to be "fully cooked" and come out whenever he was ready... though I wouldn't have minded at all if the cooking time ended sooner, rather than later.
With Lara, I had been somewhat 'forced' into an induced labour, even though she was not yet due, and that had resulted in a 5 DAY LABOUR, a Birth Story for another post, so I was not inclined to chemically induce labour, even though I was assured that for second time mothers, it would be 'much faster and easier'...
That morning, I had a hunch *maybe* that day was the day, because in contrast to previous weeks' sensations of tightening, pressure and even spasms that were concentrated in the front of my abdomen and occasionally shot through my sides and legs, I felt period - like cramping in my lower back which I had not felt before throughout the pregnancy.
It was about 8am in the morning then, and my 'surges' were still relatively mild ('surges' being Hypnobirthing - speak for 'contractions', designed to frame them with the more positive connotations needed to counteract common language in which childbirth is presented as something that is unequivocally painful and traumatic, instead of the miraculous, powerful and natural phenomenon it actually is).
I recall (masochistically?) entertaining the thought of opting NOT to have an epidural JUST TO SEE WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE...
I figured this would be the last time I would be pregnant and so it would be my 'last chance' to experience 'drug free labour' which, apart from the health benefits for baby and mother, might be *interesting* in a way that people who are curious about what getting a tattoo and skydiving and bungee jumping are like, might find these *interesting*...even knowing there will be pain and risk involved...
Since I have tried tattoos and skydiving (unfortunately not being able to squeeze in bungee-jumping while my life was purely my own to risk at no dependents' possible detriment) a similar curiousity about a no-epidural labour was on my mind...
In the absence of other signs of the onset of labour (like 'bloody show' or my waters breaking), I wanted to wait until the surges were coming every few minutes before we actually left the house for the hospital, not wanting to be one of those couples who rushed in too early and had interminable waits for the next stage in unfamiliar, clinical surroundings and/or were made to go home in an anti-climatic manner.
I was even calm enough through my surges to have the presence of mind to wash and blowdry my hair, knowing if I did deliver soon I would not be allowed this luxury for a while.
Around 9am I asked Kishore to prep for Lara and himself to be dressed and breakfasted so we could head to hospital soon, while I sent messages to family members on both sides informing them 'today might be the day.'
My mother, who had briefly served as a midwife before going back into general nursing and then becoming a nursing tutor, prophetically stated that if what I was experiencing was true labour, "the baby would be out by noon".
The pace in which my surges grew closer together was surprisingly quicker than I expected; and while I asked Lara to "Hurry up with breakfast" with only a tad more urgency than we normally tell her to do, little Missy being prone to dilly-dallying at meals, I probably freaked Kishore out when about 930am onwards, I had to instinctively get on my hands and knees a couple of times, eyes closed, trying to practice the Hypnobirthing breathing techniques I had revised to help along the process of my body birthing our child into the world.
I recall him saying a bit frantically as I knelt at our front door, doubled over as he waited for Lara to complete something or other, "Lara hurry up! Can't you see Mama is in so much pain and you are taking your own sweet time??!!"
SIDETRACK: Just the night before, Lara and I had watched a TV show in which a woman gave birth with the usual histrionics accompanying pop culture depictions of labour.
Lara watched the scene, transfixed.
I told her, simply and matter-of-factly, "That's what Mama has to do to get baby brother out Lara, and that's what I had to do for you also."
In most of interactions with my daughter, I have sought to equip her to face life's situations with calmness, truthful common sense, and ideally a minimum of drama.
Those who know the dramatic diva that Lara can be will know that this is a work-in-progress, but her response to me that night showed me some of my 'teachings' were sinking in:
She looked at me unfazed, "But Mama," she said. "You won't cry and scream like that lady, right? You will be BRAVE and stay calm, right?"
#nopressure.
So as we prepped to leave for the hospital I did indeed attempt to be that role model of calm for her, asking her only for her help in keeping very quiet,
"Because Mama needs to focus on bringing baby brother out and she needs quiet to concentrate...".
As we left the house at 10.11am, I texted Kishore's sister Geetha to please prep to pick up Lara from the hospital, and was grateful Kishore had the foresight to ask our gynae to prepare a letter for Geetha to show any police roadblocks between my in-laws' home in Subang Jaya and the hospital in Bangsar, this all happening under the Movement Control Order (MCO).
To Lara's credit, in the journey over to the hospital, she - probably sensing the gravity of the situation, sat very quietly in her seat at the back, and the silence was punctuated only by my occasional deep intakes of breath and some variation of my Ohmmm-like moans when the sensations were at their height.
By the time we got to Pantai Hospital at around 10.30am, my surges were strong enough I requested a wheelchair to assist me in getting to the labour ward, as I did not trust my own legs to support me... and Kishore would have to wait until Geetha had arrived to take Lara back to my in-laws' house before he himself could go up.
I slumped in the wheelchair and was wheeled up to the labour room with my eyes closed the whole time, trying to handle my surges.
I didn't even look up to see the attendant who pushed me... but did make the effort to thank him sincerely when he handed me over, with what seemed like a palpable sense of relief on his part, to the labour ward nurses.
The nurse attending me at Pantai was calm, steady and efficient. I answered some questions and changed into my labour gown while waiting for Kishore to come up, all the while managing the increasingly intense surges with my rusty Hypnobirthing breathing techniques.
By the time Kishore joined me at around 11am (I know these timings based on the timestamps of the 'WhatsApp live feed' of messages Kishore sent to his family), I was asking the nurse on duty, "How soon can I get an epidural??" thinking what crazy woman thought she could do this without drugs???!!!
The nurse checked my cervix dilation, I saw her bloodied glove indicating my mucous plug had dislodged, and she told me, "Well you are already at 7cm (which, for the uninitiated, is 70% of the way to the 10cm dilation needed for birthing), you are really doing well, if you made it this far without any drugs, if can you try and manage without it... I suspect within 2 hours or less you will deliver your baby and since it will take about that time for the anaesthesiologist to be called, epidural to be administered and kick in... it might all be for nothing... but of course the decision is completely up to you... "
So there I was, super torn, should I risk the sensations becoming worse... or risk the epidural becoming a waste?? And of course I was trying to decide this as my labour surges were coming at me stronger and stronger...
I was in such a dilemma...because as a 'recovering approval junkie' there was also a silly element of approval-seeking involved, ("The nurse thinks I can do this without drugs... maybe I CAN do this without drugs... Yay me!") mixed with that element of curiosity I mentioned earlier ("What if I actually CAN do this without drugs... plenty of other women have done it all over the world since time immemorial.. no big deal, how bad can it be...??") so then I thought I would use the financial aspect to be the 'tiebreaker' in my decision making...
I asked the nurse how much an epidural would cost and when she replied "Around MYR1.5k", I still remember Kishore's incredulous face as I asked the question, i.e."Seriously babe, you are gonna think about money right now? If you need the epidural TAKE IT, don't worry about the money!!!"... and while we are not rich by any stretch of the imagination, thankfully RM1.5k is not a quantum that made me swing towards a decision to "better save the money"...
So in the end, I guess my curiosity won out, and I turned down the epidural "just to see what it would be like and if I had it in me" (in addition of course to avoiding the side effects of any drugs introduced into my and the baby's body).
My labour occuring in the time of coronavirus, it was protocol for me to have a COVID19 test done, so the medical staff could apply the necessary precautions. I had heard from a friend Sharon Ruba that the test procedure was uncomfortable, so when the nurse came with the test kit as I was starting another surge, I asked, "Please can I just finish this surge before I do the test?" as I really didn't think I could multitask tackling multiple uncomfortable sensations in one go.
The COVID19 test involved what felt like a looong, skinny cotton bud being inserted into one nostril... I definitely felt more than a tickle as it went in and up, being told to take deep breaths by the nurse. Then she asked me to "Try to swallow" and I felt it go into my nasal cavities where I didn't think anything could go any further, but was proven wrong when she asked me to swallow again and the swab was probed even deeper. Then she warned me there would be some slight discomfort as she prepared to collect a sample... but at that point all I could think about was:
(i) I really don't have much of a choice
(ii) please let this be over before my next surge kicks in
(iii) if all the people breaking the MCO rules knew what it feels like to do this test maybe they won't put themselves at risk of the need to perform one...
In full disclosure as I was transferred into the actual delivery room at some point after 11am, another nurse offered me 'laughing gas' to ostensibly take some of the edge off... I took the self-operated breathing nozzle passed to me but don't recall it making any difference to my sensations..so didn't use it much as it seemed pretty pointless.
I recall some measure of relief when I heard my gynae Dr. Paul entering the room, greeting Kishore and me, and telling us it was going well and it wouldn't be long now and he would see us again shortly.
From my previous labour with Lara I knew the midwives pretty much take you 90% of the way through the labour and when the Dr is called in you are really at the home stretch, so was very relieved to hear his voice though knowing he would leave and come back later meant it wasn't quite over yet.
I do remember realising when I had crossed the Thinning and Opening Phase of labour to the Birthing Phase, by the change in sensations... it is still amazing to me that as the Hypnobirthing book mentioned, having this knowledge I was instinctively able to switch breathing techniques for the next stage of labour .
Was my opting against epidural the right choice for me?
Overall? Yes.
Don't get me wrong.
I *almost* regretted the decision several times during active labour... especially when I felt my body being taken over by an overwhelming compulsion to push that did not seem conscious and was accompanied by involuntary gutteral moans where I literally just thought to myself, "I surrender, God do with me what you will..." (super dramatic I know but VERY real at the time...).
I think I experienced 3-4 such natural explusive reflexes (?), rhythmically pushing the baby down the birth path, one of which was accompanied by what felt like a swoosh of water coming out of a hose with a diameter the size of a golf ball... this was when I realised my water had finally broken...
The nurses kept instructing me to do different things, to keep breathing, to move to my side, then to move to the middle, to raise my feet... and when I didn't comply, Kishore (who was with me throughout both my labours) tried to help them by repeating the instructions prefaced with "Sayang..." but I basically ignored all the intructions because I felt I had no capacity to direct any part of my body to do anything and someone else would have to physically manoeuvre that body part themselves.
When I heard Dr. Paul's voice again and the flurry of commotion surrounding his presence, I knew the time was close... and when I heard the nurse say to Kishore, "Sir, these are your gloves, for when you cut the baby's cord", it was music to my ears...
I'm very, VERY grateful Kiaen slid out after maybe the 4th of those involuntary pushes... the wave of RELIEF when he came out so quickly... it still boggles my mind that my mother was essentially right and as his birth time was 12.02pm, it was *only* about 1.5 hours between our arrival at the hospital and his arrival into the world.
Kiaen was placed on my chest for skin to skin bonding and remained there for a considerable time.
For our short stay in the hospital he would be with us in my maternity ward number C327... another trivially serendipitous sign for me because he was born on the 3rd (May) and our wedding anniversary is 27th (July).
I was discharged the following day 4th May at about 5.30pm, after I got an all clear on COVID19 and a paediatric surgeon did a small procedure on Kiaen to address a tongue-tie that would affect his breastfeeding latch... making the entire duration of our stay about 31 hours.
I have taken the time and effort to record all this down so that whenever life's challenges threaten to get me down I can remind myself, "Ignore the 97% failure probability, focus on the 3% success probability".
Also that the human condition is miraculous and it is such a privilege to experience it.
To our son Kiaen Aaryan, thank you for coming into our lives and choosing us as your parents.
Even though Papa and I are both zombies trying to settle into a night time feeding routine with you, I look forward to spending not only all future Mother's Days, but every day, with you and your Akka...
And last but not least, to my husband Kishore...without whom none of this would be possible - we did it sayang, I love you ❤️
Photo credit: Stayhome session with Samantha Yong Photography (http://samanthayong.com/)
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หนึ่งนาที เอาไปทำอะไร
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บางคนอาจสงสัยว่า พวกชอบวิ่งทำสถิติใหม่หรือทำ New Personal Best ของตัวเอง แบบทำได้ดีกว่าเดิม 1 นาที จะทำไปทำไม เอาไปแข่งโอลิมปิกหรือก็เปล่า
...Continue ReadingWhat do you do for one minute?
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Some people may wonder if they like to run a new record or make their New Personal Best. It's better in 1 minutes. Why do they take it to the Olympic competition or nothing?
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I'm one of those kind. They keep chasing their own PB. At the beginning of the year, I aimed for myself this year for only three targets. One - One marathon sub4, two - Half run sub1: 50 hours. And three - finished four marathons
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Last year, I did the best full marathon time at 4:09 hours. At Moscow, half-time. If I remember correctly, it should be 1:52 hours. At the Bangkok marathon, I set my dream for myself. And 4 marathons a year. I calculate to myself for fun. I collect 25 more years and I will complete 100 marathons when I was 65 years old. Actually, it's a plan. Forcing myself to exercise (now I run for three jobs. The end of the year will post another one)
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With power of stars or luck, I don't know. I finished the Tokyo marathon for 3:58 hours. (without knowing if I can do it again) and go run halfway in Laguna Phuket. Ends in 1:50 hours. The scraps for a second. I'm glad but I'm curious that I will do it under 1:50 hours. Can I? I encourage myself that I have to have Silaguna. There are plenty of hills. If I encounter a simple field, I should have a chance.
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Laguna work. I feel like my body is better than last year. So I went to half a lotus work. I was confident that I could manage my goal and... As I have told, the clock doesn't wake up! Running the wrong way to become DNF without coins.
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It's okay to fail. Put it there is always a new stadium. This August has landed a half-day job in Bangkok. Mother's day and a released event in CentralWorld. I don't dare to aim for anything anymore. My target is very easy... Just wake up. Go for a run
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I like the route. Today is a familiar route from the Sirikit Convention Center. Running out of Sukhumvit through Nana Ploenchit Chidlom, Siam Mahanong, Chulalongkorn, Chulalongkorn, Chulalongkhum, turn around. Passing through this convention center two rounds is a familiar way and... no bridge!!
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Of course, the plateau is inviting you to think about running. Good time. I did my homework and plan with myself to start with Pace 5'20 ′′ until the fifth kilometer. If I can't, I will adjust to 5'10 ′′ until the ten th kilometer. Then If the power is left, then speed up to Pace 5, but then don't be slow to 5'10 ′′ if you want to, it ends below 1:50 hours.
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The horror of the running field is the distance on the sign. It never matches our watch and it's always ′′ long ′′ and ′′ far ′′ and ′′ far ′′. The fourth kilogram has been found. The fourth kilogram of the sign has been found on the fourth kilogram. The fourth kilogram has arrived in the fourth The computation plan always keep this going.
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Released myself. I tried to hit a good runner. Went to see the clock. Many times I was shocked because the number told Pace 4'30 / 4'40 ′′ When I saw it, I tried to warn myself that ′′ don't be fizzy I tried to knock it Go as planned, but the first five kilograms of PCE is at 5'10 ′′ It's faster than the plan. Finish ten kilograms at 52 minutes. I think in my heart that I don't ask for much. Just keep Pace Let's keep it going. It's okay.
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I have arrived at the convention center again. Half way over. Heart is starting to beat faster. Outgoing muscles. I know that I can't speed up and knock this page to the end. I thought I might be able to follow the target. It's very hot but I know that I can't stop. Brutal is the distance in the sign. Worried because it's behind the clock. It's almost a kilogram. That's what it takes
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During the 11th kilometer, there was a young man running from behind and said ′′ Brother Ae, running very stable I turned to laugh and said thank you. But in my heart, I thought that ′′ you are going to die, I started panting But this one is like an angel. I His (real) steady running to CentralWorld split has helped make my running so much better. Big tall, big, spicy, and handsome. But I didn't run after her for these reasons.
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Meanwhile, if Pase starts to fall to 5'30 ′′ I tried to speed up until some kilograms ended at 4'53 ′′ but when I arrived, the merit was crowned (15th kilogram), the speed fell to 5'30 ′′ I know. I thought I couldn't speed up anymore. And if I speed up, I would risk to crack in the last kilogram. Then I console myself. ′′ I will record the last two kilograms
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Finally, the most fun of marathon or half-time is to adjust the plan according to the physical condition on the day of the race. It has to be modified. When, when, when, when, when, when, when, when, when, when, when, when, when, when, when, where, it's planned
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I'm Tui Pace 5'30 ′′ all the time on Rama 5'30 road. I haven't finished today's goal. Because the tag says distance continues to hurt all the time. I try to calculate the distance by the watch. I think if it's not there, if I have I'm excited.
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There is one sentence I wrote in the book ′′ Teacher in Cookie Shop ′′ that we don't win because we don't want to win enough I asked myself if I ended up in the book ′′ but not below 1:50 Watch it. Will it be a pity? Because today is considered a good run. Will I look back? If the last kilogram, I could do it more.
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That minute I stopped looking at the clock, stopped looking at the sign, said the distance and listened to the heart, ran with it. The heart couldn't run too hard. But if I could, I would try to speed up.
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When I accelerate, I'm tired. I breathe harder. Muscle moans heavily. As soon as I turn to the convention center, I'm not sure how many meters I have left. I just know that ′′ this minute I have to measure!" I use the power Run as fast as you can. Speed change from Pace 5'41 ′′ in the 20th kilo to only 3'51 ′′ in the last kilogram.
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I look at the clock. There are 2 minutes left until it's 1:50 hours. How is it? Suddenly, the running distance becomes close to the clock again, but there is no time to think about anything. Chop one leg!
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The finish line is there! I saw the Gun Time numbers shown 1:49 hours ago. The power comes from nowhere. I have passed the person in front of me and finished the finish. Gun Time 1:49:26 hours. Chip Time 1:49:17 hours
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It's done! Finally made it!
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I'm watching my average page 5'05 ′′ in a half-marathon for amateur runners like us. It's shocking speed. I know from today's run that I still need to train more patience, train fast. Up but today's work is enough to slap your shoulder and tell it ′′ you did a good job ′′
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While I was riding home, I kept asking myself ′′ Do you think that I'm crazy for ten base numbers Why do I have to run for less than 1:50 hours? As well, I continue to ask myself that the next goal is under 1:45 hours. Is it already? 1:50 hours. With 1:49 hours. Is it so different?
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I answered myself a minute for a long run. It's a ′′ not easy ′′ time to get rid of it. Every minute is valuable. Just stop drinking water once. Time can move twenty seconds. Every minute it's caused by practice running faster. How to drink water fast. How to eat gel? It's easy to get one minute. It takes months.
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That's why ′′ one minute ′′ in the field runs precious and intense. That's why runners know it's ′′ one minute ′′ that's why they're ′′ one minute ′′ that's like a diamond.
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We try to get rid of this ′′ one minute ′′ to see the ′′ best us ′′ or Personal Best (PB) asking who we compete with -- No, but we want to find and see. It's more beautiful to yourself.
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I'm so glad that I run faster today than before. ′′ One minute If you ask me ′′ what do I do I can't answer what I want to do, but I only know that one minute I drop will lead to another minute. Dropping further, this all leads to nothing but a good feeling to discover the hidden potential in us, which we never know where the limit is.
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It's not just about running in life and work. Sometimes we are better at anything. It takes time to practice, dream, purify through a lot of experiences. But when we are a little better, we will feel good about ourselves and want to be good at it. Up ′′ a little bit more one minute at a time no difference.
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Little by little moves. Sometimes people can't see and don't focus on it. But for that person, you know that she or he is moving toward the ′′ best self ′′ and that's why I like personal best or good personal record. The best.
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A little bit of success always leads to more success. But more importantly, success is a great result from training. It's like a nurturing machine. Our efforts, discipline, diligence, blossoms into self-esteem. We always feel ′′ worthwhile and I want to practice. The most important thing is that it makes me want to wake up and do what I like and believe. When life is like this, it's a powerful and empty life.
This is the power of ′′ one minute ′′
′′ One minute ′′ that answers us that there is still a better us hidden.
Just had to pull that person out
Continuous commitment, discipline, enjoy what you do. Appreciate the progress, no matter how important it is - no need to compare to anyone. Head down, do it for Personal Best.
The result of hard work smells good like flowers :)
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i'm feeling curious 在 eliqiuu イリン Youtube 的最佳解答
Hello! I hope this video can really help out those who are planning to come back and feeling insecure about the process!
Also, I know the quality of the video is poor, I'll try my best to film better next time :)
Thanks!
I'm finally back home! Curious about the whole quarantine process?
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Yea I do feel like someone gonna bring me home
No I don't feel like I was going home
You wanna bring me, bring me home
Cos I don't feel like I'm going home
Hey you hey you
You look at me
I'm feeling you
I see you
Hey you hey you
I look at you
You're feeling me
I hear you
Hey you hey you
Dance to the beat
I dance with you
I'm with you
Hey you hey you
Come dance with me
Come dance with me
I lead you
Yea look like we can both have some fun
Yea like they don't ever need to know
Yea like they never need to know oh
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