What the Fxck?

Yesterday, I don’t have the mood to play basketball, as the muscles of my back are somehow stressed and painful. I don’t think it is good for me to have a continuous play for that drastic exercise. Then my mum asked me to go out with my dad for cycling in the jungle. I never tried to cycling on the place that he brought me yesterday, that was my first time I tried to cycling in the jungle.

It took us about 15minutes to reach the place by car with a couple of bicycles attached above it. It is actually at the jungle in the way going to Serdang. We didn’t cycle on the road that cars use; we took the uphill path leading to TELEKOM which is specially established for motorcycle. My dad let me go ahead of him as he needed to make a call to settle some business stuffs. I acted steady and started to get into the path. I was astounded by the slope of the path once I was just about to reach the starting point. Its slope is about 60 degree, the gravity that applies on the whole body in the direction against the uphill movement is GxSIN(data) . The gravitation force never stops to draw me down, when I was trying to get moving. Hence it was terribly suffering to keep on moving with the bicycle by cycling continuously, and keep breathing steadily in order to avoid the lack of oxygen supply.

Every time I tried to play a good game when playing basketball, lastly I would be panting like a tired dog beside the court. I told myself that there should be no other exercise would exhaust me like how basketball ball does to me often. But this time, the uphill cycling within a 50meter managed to exhaust me greatly, I stopped to pretend steady and started to pant without bothering about my look. The muscles of my legs started to feel stressed gradually, because the cycling by legs requires strength to carry on and on. Hence, my legs needed to keep working unless I got on to the peak – the destination. I wonder why I found my muscles of my hands painful. I think I must be grasping the handles firmly, because I needed to keep the bicycle balanced to avoid falling down due to low moving speed. I never moved straight for the whole ride, I moved in zik-zak to balance.

After about 150 meters, I stopped cycling awhile to pant and rest. However, the forest is actually a rubber farm; a gang of mosquitos came to me as if they are my girlfriends!! They gave me some marks of kiss on my body without getting my permission!! They took advantage on me when I was resting to chill out. Sadly in this case, I kept on shaking my whole body so that they wouldn’t be able to kiss me! Immediately, I quickly started to move, and got rid of the lusty mosquito gangster. Thank God that they didn’t manage to haunt me once I kept moving. It gave me a lesson not to stop for rest.

After that, I kept myself moving in a speed of 5-7 km/hr. It is really slow but not really easy at all. The whole body needs to synchronize for balancing. For instance, when going uphill we need to get our body lower than usual, because it helps to get the centroid lower and consequently the stability of the body can be improved. However, I was listening to CNBlue rock songs while cycling, the beats and music kept my spirit high! The suffering of my legs faded gradually, when the music numbs my nerves.

My dad and I managed to get to the peak within 15 minutes. With average speed I assumed - 5.5 km/hr and time taken to finish the journey, the total distance should be about 1km ++. Haha!! Normally, on plain road, normal average speed of me can reach to 26-30km/hr, with 15 minutes I should manage to travel distance of 6-7km. With those mathematically calculation and numerical evaluation, you get no clue about how tough the jungle cycling can be. When at the peak of the mountain, my dad and I enjoyed the view at the peak while we were resting. The haze blurred the view actually; it wasn’t that beautiful due to its blurriness. It made me to doubt about the cleanliness of the air in the jungle.

After a while, my dad briefed me about the things that I should pay attention on in order to get myself safe when we move rapidly downhill. It is very dangerous when going downhill, because the gravity turned to be the crazy friend to pick up your speed when you don’t ask! The high speed isn’t something that I am familiar with, because it is really fast till the speed can reach about 40km/hr. (speed reading is available) It is really scary and uncontrollable. My dad asked me to keep myself backwards from the seat in order to get myself stable. It is true, if the centroid gets a lit bit forwards, it enhances the tendency of the bicycle for making a front flip! I kept braking to control the speed of my bicycle, so that everything is under control. Thank God, I was safe after all.

Immediately, we attached our bicycles upon our car properly, and we left with tired bodies. Nothing much we uttered during the way going home. But my dad shared with me about how he usually cycles. He said,” I usually got to the peak slwoly and got back down to the starting point within a few minutes and got to the peak once again. It would take about almost one hour, otherwise it is too short.” I was talking to myself silently,”What the Fxck?!”