Excerpt from the Holy Qur'an Surah 94 verse 6
Translation: Verily with every difficulty there is relief
It's been a terrible week. I had a spastic colon attack, my best friend received the worst news ever, there were violent strikes at work, I had car troubles and my dissertation refuses to transfigure into a piece of paper signed by a Dean.
And then there was Today. How do I describe it?
The feeling I had witnessing the sunrise over O.R Tambo this morning was of invincibility. Not in the Fir'aun sense. But feeling like even if I collapse after ten k's, I tried. Nothing or no-one can touch me or fill me with self-doubt if I have
the will to try. And the dissenters were many, all who care too much for me. I was not doing this to prove them wrong, but to prove my instinct right. A memorable moment was when i sms'd
ZubHab, saying doing this with no proper equipment or training was impossible. His reply: "Your keyboard is messed up. Your last message has the word impossible in it".Unil one am this morning I was doubtful, bludgers, hurdling towards me. Then my Dad gave me a small yet so significant gesture of confidence. There was no turning back, then.
No training. No cycling proficiency. Yet I did 50k's. Partly because it started off downhill before the damn inclines. Waseem, on the last incline I was singing Burn, mother******, burn. But also because of
Ayesha. From the word go, she was game. She encouraged me when everyone else said I was totally insane. Thanks to her banter for a constant 3 hours, riding on the highway was an adventure that can't be rivalled. She changed a flat tyre like a pro all by herself in a coupla minutes. If there is anyone I want to go backpacking in India or Africa with, or go on the Amazing Race with, it is Ayesha.
