Glamour All Girl Biker

If you think biker is down and dirty and a tough guy must-have, then think again. Let’s see how a nicely tailored biker jacket can transform your wardrobe and open new doors for you.

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From boardroom to ballroom, your biker jacket will draw everyone’s attention. Throw in some bright color accessories to balance the tough look. How about giving it a contrast with a bit of lace or tutu?

Let’s be whimsical, let’s be free. Reveal the many hidden layers in you! ^^

2015 HK100 Ultra Marathon

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2015 HK 100 Ultra Marathon

“Janet is coming! Let’s give her a high-five” people in front of me broke into an easy jog. Sure enough, a van was slowly approaching with an open door. Janet was greeting some by names and every one with a big smile and a cheer.  That was less than 2 hours into the race and just before reaching the East Dam. It lifted my spirit and it felt like FUN first time rather than just another grueling race that somehow I got myself into.

My story began last year when I first heard about the little man. “I wanna go for the little man!” –my running buddy declared. Mediocre amateur runner, i.e. yours truly, rarely gets to bring home any prize other than a finisher medal. A-ha, but HK100 is different. Trophies are awarded based on finish time, gold for sub 16, silver for sub 20 and bronze for sub 24. Now I am interested. But how? I am new to the sports and I have only just finished my first 50k race. I have to double the distance within a year and not to mention the added time pressure. Well, if there is a goal, there is a plan.

Training plan was quickly drawn up. Gears were bought and tested. Getting expert advice really helped. And of course the home turf advantage was a big plus, stomping up and down numerous stairs, twisting ankles here and there, skidding on and off loosen stones and slate, skipping across sandy beaches and oh yes, battling against a few of the monkey kings at the monkeyland.  So there, everything that could have been and should have been done were done. Could I or couldn’t I?

The Start

It all happened too soon, the start, the bottleneck, the first trail and the long service road to East Dam. My heart was pumping. Was I too fast? Too slow? steps too heavy? There were so many thoughts in my mind. 30 minutes into the race and it felt like a life time already. That was until Janet, the race director, give me a high-five. Suddenly, my mind settled. OK, there are still 90km to go, please just let me get to the first water station!

Strangers become friends

Perhaps I did outpace myself. After the first 20km, I was getting in all sorts of “conditions”, pain, cramps, and numbness, etc. While my body suffered, I tried to distract myself by observing others. Complete strangers began to look familiar. I could recognise certain people’s outfit and gears. Or just by the running style. I overtook some and got overtaken by some others. But sooner or later, I would run into the same people again and again. Funny enough, in the middle of a race, we began to strike up conversations. “Where are you from?” “What’s your target time?” “How far are we from the next check point?” “How many bananas you ate so far?” And we began to gossip about people we saw earlier in the race “did you see the girl in singlet?” or “the guy in flip flops?” Who says running is a lonely sport?

The battle

When I got to the halfway point at Kei Ling Ha (CP 5), the sun had set. The check point was packed with runners, volunteers and supporters. I quickly got my drop bag, replenished my energy food, fill the bladder, turned on my headlamp. I left the party behind knowing that for every step I took from then on, I would be breaking my own record. Nothing was going to stand between me and the little man! I felt surprisingly fresh and ready!

Oops… but that self-confidence is quite short lived. The next 13km almost broke my spirit.

The course of HK100 is heavily back loaded. Even at the race briefing, we were reminded again that we would be doing most of climbing in the last 50km and we should conserved our energy appropriately. Wow, wasn’t that true. Climbing up Ma On Shan had never been so difficult. My legs were heavy like lead and I felt like I was constantly on the brink of cramping. And the long way to Gilwell Camp (CP 6) seemed like never-ending. Everything seem longer and steeper and more rugged? Wait, let me consult my race plan. I was already over an hour behind schedule. I did some calculation in my head, I had 8 hours left to finish the race but I had yet to do the big 3 (i.e. Needle hill, grass hill and Tai Mo Shan). If I pushed it now, I might not have enough stamina to complete the race. But if I didn’t push it now, would I regret later for not even trying? Such was the dilemma.

Salvation

The city lights were sparkling like diamonds along the route. Many people stopped and took pictures. It was stunning. But I was not in the mood.  I had given up on sub 24 by the time I arrived Beacon Hill (CP7). The volunteers were particularly cheerful at the checkpoint but I couldn’t say the same about all the arrivees. I took a look at the big camp fire, so warm and cosy, and the folded chairs. Scary thought, if I stayed, I could stay the whole night!

When my spirit was most deflated, I ran into a guy I met earlier in the race. He told me he was still going to go for sub 24. I said we didn’t have enough time. He laughed and replied “nonsense, of course we can still make it!” He wished me good luck and took off.

This little talk worked like magic. It was now or never. I stretched my legs, adjusted my headlamp and pick up my speed again. The Eagle Nest Trail was soon behind. There were lights in the distance and no monkeys around me. I was happy and feeling strong. Somehow, the next 20km came and gone in a flash. I didn’t even know how I conquered Needle Hills and Grass Hill and I certainly never looked back. I arrived at Lead Mine Pass (CP 9) in high spirit. I looked at my watch and I realised I might, I just very well might made it sub 24!

Grand Finale

And there I was, climbing Tai Mo Shan, the last hill. Reaching the highest point in Hong Kong! When I reached the pagoda at the top of Tai Mo Shan, I jumped up and down like a little kid. All the pain and cramps were forgotten. I knew I had only 4-5 km to go and even if I had to crawl to the finish, I would still make it sub 24. My eye were fill with tears but it wasn’t time to cry or celebrate yet. Let the final stretch of downhill begin.

The heavy fog at Tai Mo Shan was dispersing and I could see the moon just behind. I could hear in the distance the race’s MC was making announcement. The closer I got, the clear the words became. It was then I realised the MC was calling out the name and nationality of everyone crossing the finish line. Tears welled up again. It would soon be my turn.

“Don’t forget to strike a pose and smile. There is a camera waiting for you at the finish” – some passer-by giving me an advice. That got me in a panic. I never knew how to pose at the finish! And before I could say cheese, I heard “and now we have Hong Kong Representative, Elana Chow!” applause! I didn’t even know where to look! This was the moment I have been waiting for and all I could think of … “please don’t let me trip at the finish line”! d’oh.

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My Little Man in Bronze

P.S. Janet, Steve and everyone who worked and volunteered, thank you for a most memorable experience. The organisation has been impeccable. The atmosphere you have created will stay with me always. You have made me feel proud to be a finisher of HK100.

P.P.S. oh and one month later, with the little man proudly displayed on top of my cupboard, I am still cyber searching for that infamous finish line photo.

Elana Chow

2015 HK100 Finisher (22h50m)

Check your ego at the door

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I came upon this saying again and again in my research on yoga.

Recently, I found myself coming back in full circle and rediscovering yoga again. There are many new and posh studios around town. I found myself rather self-conscious among many advanced yogies demonstrating unbelievable flexibility and picture perfect body shape. I hoped my tattering running outfits will hold and the seam won’t burst at the first warrior pose.

Oh my, I knew yoga has evolved but it was still quite an awakening to feel the pressure first hand.  It’s about looking good. – outfits, poses, postures, composure. It’s about achieving your goals. – Headstand, handstand, Crow, flying pigeon? I was lost for a moment. Am I good enough for this?

Last night, after an hour of impossible twisting, holding, sweating and almost unbearable tension, I collapsed into the savasana pose. I took a few deep breathe and suddenly all that tension and doubts were leaving my body and I felt incredibly relieved and humbled.

That is what I missed. That is why I am practicing yoga again. Embrace it, push it and learn its limit.

Check the ego at the door because there is no end to the learning of yoga

Restoration

Restoration Project

“I love shopping at my closet” – I saw this at a friend’s FB status and I can’t agree more! When I was clearing my closet last week, I found this vintage bag from il bisonte, a popular design in the 70s. It was however in a horrible state of neglect, crying out for help.

Here is what I did….

  1. Wipe the leather surface with a dry clean cloth. Get rid of any dirt or mold on the surface
  2. Clean the oxidized buckles and buttons with a bit of WD40
  3. Straighten out all the straps with paperweight
  4. Apply a thin layer of dubbin with a dry cloth, evenly and in circular motion
  5. Put an old T-shirt in the bag to restore the shape

Voila! 20 mins of work (faster than what it took me to write-up this restoration report!) and it is looking pretty darn good. The leather feels a bit stiff but I know once I carry it around, it will soften in no time.

No bad for a slow morning. ^^

Farewell 2013

What happened? I blinked and it is already the last day of 2013! Before making new plans and new resolution, perhaps I should take a moment and think of what the year 2013 really means to me.

20130224-marathonThe biggest accomplishment was finishing a full marathon back in Feb. Which was followed closely by a week of bucket-list worthy trekking tour in Nepal. And to my absolute amazement, I have drawn from both experiences and am now avidly training for my next goal, a 50km race! Am I addicted to the pain and frustration of everlasting training? Absolutely not! But the hard-earned sense of accomplishment is really rewarding when I finished a course (that is until next round of training resumes!)

The biggest surprise was when my best friend decided to relocate her family half way across the globe. And she did, in record-breaking time! The fastest relocation I have ever witnessed. Given today’s technology, whatsapp, internet, social network etc… we don’t feel the kind of loss or separation as we did couple decades ago. But the physical distance is not to be ignored. The spur of the moment breakfast rendezvous is not possible and the chance run-in on the street is not happening anymore. We will have to make an effort to meet again and maybe, perhaps then we will treasure our gathering even more.

ImageThe best holiday was a luxurious diving trip to Sipadan, Malaysia. Sipadan and the neighbouring islands offer a diverse marine life and landscape. Whether revisiting dives sites or exploring new territories, I was not to be disappointed. My diving buddy told me he has been going back year after year for 20 years. Now that’s a tradition that I am very tempted to follow.

What changed in 2013? I can perhaps run a few km more than before, and I have learnt to cook a few dishes, I have made some new friends and I have missed a few.

Have I any regret? Hmmm… The biggest regret was perhaps throwing out my red hot valentino killer heels, thinking that I would go green, wear sneakers and flats, commute by public transport.  Some are not meant to be.

As Scarlett Butler so eloquently said, “Tomorrow is another day” It’s time to put all the things behind and start another day, another year!

Wish you a fab year ahead. I know I am going to have one! ^^