damn i miss those days. being a KC Tracker. Whenever i put on my running short and shirt. With the schools' name on my back. Pride.
Man i remember trainings during the fasting months. I actually performed better during fasting months. Strange huh. God's grace.
So now silat's the main game. Still praying that Dad accepts me and a rougher sport. oh Dear God please. Silat's a whole new different world compared to running. Different skills. But it's all good baby. Adrenaline still pumps in my blood like every fresh breath. Yes, i am competitive. And i may sound like a male. It's genetic. From Father to Daughter. A Family history of Athletes. Whatever the sport, we play our game with pride.