The feeling is almost indescribable. Ok, maybe I’m exaggerating a little. It’s a feeling that borders on ecstatic. And triumph, exhaustion, relief all rolled into one. It’s a wonderful feeling. We went in as the GanForHire Allstars, and promised to give us our best shot and have fun. And best we did give, and had lots of fun too in the process!
The Corbis Inter-Agency Futsal Tournament saw 16 teams divided into 4 groups for round-robin preliminary match-ups.
I can’t believe it! I’m pissing my pants in excitement. The Corbis Inter-Agency Futsal Tournament is just 15 hours away. Venue: Sportsbarn, PJ. We’ve (I’m representing GanForHire AllStar) been drawn in the same round-robin group as BBDO, O&M and Lotus. No slouches where futsal is concerned, so we’re in for a tough, tough time. But who cares eh? We’re gonna have fun and give it our best shot! Golden Boot here we come!
Corbis Malaysia is organising an Inter-agency futsal competition of the likes never been seen before! It will be a battle of wits, skill and strategy between 24 teams to become the inaugural Corbis Futsal Cup Champions! No scam ads, no special jury, no ”reputation-at-stake” awards. Just loads of intense, no-holds-barred five-on-five ball-kicking action & fun!
When? Saturday, 8th Sept 2007. 10am to 5pm.
Venue: The Sports Barn, PJ
(Pitch fees: RM50 per futsal team. Closing date for entries: 1st Sept 2007)
There are over RM5,000 worth of prizes to be won! Categories include Champions, Runner Up, Best Dressed Team, Best Cheerleading Team and the Golden Boot!
Hurry!, Get your application form from your Corbis Account Manager or call
+603-6209 5000 now! Only 24 futsal teams will be chosen. So first come first served!
Guess what? I’m off to Miri in a couple of hours! I’m so excited! I haven’t breathe Miri air since the year 2000! I’m curious to see how much it has changed (or not) and to meet all my old friends, including my bro and cousin who are living there. Thanks to Air Asia (Now Anyone Can Fly!), I got the flight booked way back in January when flights were ‘free’.
Off to the Oil Town, I am! Hope I can blog when I get there. Will be crashing at Park City Hotel (formerly Holiday Inn). Whooppeee!516 0
My 33-year old body hurts. That’s no thanks to three sedentary weeks. Three weeks without futsal, gym workouts or any other physical exercise (no, sex does not count!). It’s amazing how much damage inactivity does to your body.
After postponing my first visit to the gym of the month on Tuesday, I decided Thursday was it. I was also motivated by the fact that buddy Faeez and colleague Hon was going as well. Faeez “Hard Your Core” has turned hardcore these days, not only has he extended his personal training program and started protein supplements, he is also aggressively working out six out of seven days in a week. Now, that my unfit buddies, is commitment. Some call it madness. This is the best example of self-motivation and discipline. And I salute that.
My goal is 4 times a week, including a day of futsal and I’m happy if I can consistently do that. What I regret not doing for the past 3 weeks was to a least work out a day or two in a week, and not rot at home in front of the computer, or stuffing myself over the Chinese New Year break.
Anyways, Faeez and I worked out together, doing supersets of upperbody and abs yesterday. It’s good to have a gym buddy to push you. Well, my body’s aching, so that’s got to be a good sign – thus the cliched saying, “No pain, no gain.” I’m glad I’m back working out and looking forward to my personal training session on Saturday.
Hard your core!
Anti-sedentary Flabby Ass Cheeks
I had the pleasure of going for a body analysis test at the gym the other day. Since realising how blubbery I was in September last year, I had not only drastically changed my diet (I have been vegetarian for 4 months, but not vegan) but also hitting the gym regularly with some personal training thrown in for good measure. If self-realisation isn’t the BEST motivator, then nothing is. Way back in October ’06, just a month since turning vegetarian and getting my ass to the gym, I shed 1.5 kilos.
Entering the fourth month, without as much personal training as I preferably want, I’ve hit 86.5 kilos! My body fat percentage has dropped from an unhealthy 25% to a leaner 19%. My short term target is to get within the 15-17% range and hopefully 12% in 2-3 months time. My trunk and legs muscle mass is above average. I’ll need to work more on building my upper body and muscle mass overall.
I’m most likely to modify my program with my PT to a more upper-body strength and mass-building program, as opposed to muscle endurance (for regular futsal purposes). I’d really like to bring my weight down another 3 kilos within these 2-3 months. I’m on track, and mighty pleased.392 0
Futsal night ended in a bit of misery (and lots of pain thrown in for good measure!) on Wednesday night. Just a minute after scoring a goal, while in pursuit of the ball in possession of my Spanish opponent, my left ankle got caught in an awkward position when I changed direction. Heard some unpleasant crackling and popping before I fell to the ground. I laid down grabbing my left leg, stunned for a minute or two. The rest of the playing gang surrounded me, thinking I had leg cramps initially. Needless to say, the pain was excruciating. Ankle swelled up as big as a fist.
I was lifted out of the pitch by my cousin Ivan (who complained I was heavy!) and Hon, my colleague.
The ankle swelled more as I rested. ‘Iced’ it down with a sufficiently chilled can of 100 Plus and some Deep Heat muscle pain relief spray I got hold of. Felt much relief after.
Pain when I got out of bed the next day was a big ‘Owwwwww’, for lack of better word. Stiff as hell, I limped to the loo. I took a day’s off to get my ankle checked out. Paid a visit to my favourite traditional physio in Paramount Garden in the morning. He looked at my ankle then at me and said “Futsal?”. Heh. He knew. “Everyday, I get people coming in here with injury from futsal.”
Crack. A very audible crackling from my ankle quickly translated to a very audible “OWWWWWWW!” from me as the physio popped my ankle back into place. He placed pressure on the painful bits and I could have cried. Painful.
Had him look at my right ankle which was painful due to stress. He laughed. “Both ankles! Hah, young man!”
I limped out of the clinic, both ankles bandaged. Got some stares too.
My ankles were in pain, but I think the thought of missing the R3 Time Attack Challenge 2dot6 2006 over the weekend in Danga Bay, Johor was even more painful. Points scored from the 1st edition R3TAC 1dot 6 in Shah Alam last month put me in a good 4th place in the championships. Partner and fellow TTR team-mate Stanley lies in 5th. I had to pull out, in disappointment, leaving Stan with my car flying the TTR flag.
Sad, but such is life eh?330 7