I remember on the night of ENR, post run, me and hub were quietly talking and resting on a curb behind our car when a guy struck up a conversation with us.
He was a boy of maybe early twenties and spoke with much enthusiasm. He was also a virgin marathoner and told us the whole race drained so much of him that he's done with full marathons after this. He talked about his struggles in the race and a funny story about his friend ( who is a marathoner)who made him eat two plates of nasi ayam that afternoon before the race for carboloading. It worked, he claimed. He wasn't hungry at all during the race.
Before we parted, I mustered the guts to ask him his timing ( praying that he wouldn't ask mine).
" 4:45, kak"
So today, for carboloading pre Bidor, I've cooked Nasi Ayam for the family. Forget pastas and spaghettis.
This is an ode for the Nasi Ayam Boy.
We didn't even get his name.