I’ve been seeing ten ten tens everywhere I go. It looks like this in my head: 10 10 10, or 10 10, or 1010. On Sunday, it’ll be 10.10.10 - 10th October, 2010.
I like numbers like that. It’s probably the Chinese-ness in me. We like our numbers and numerology. Nevermind that I am as Christian as they come and probably one of the most un-Chinese Chinese in this place. Or maybe it’s because my niece was born on 9th September, 1999 (beautiful 09.09.99) and she has the same irreverent sense of humour that runs so strongly in the family.
There’s a big mountain bike challenge on 10.10.10 here in Kuching. The Sematan 1010 challenge - 60km of offroad hell. How cool is that. A lot of my friends are going. I’ll be there with my camera and pod. The bike will be there too but I’m not sure if I’ll ride it. Superwoman am I but I’m not interested in shooting photos and flying along dirt tracks at the same time.
Actually, I’m not in the challenge for a silly reason. I was late registering for it. No big deal for me. As much as I love the whoosh of air on my face as I tear down a slope of gravel, mud or rock, I don’t relish the hellish heat on that particular route. And, to be painfully honest, my fitness level sucks at the moment – a result of too many months of inconsistent and mild workouts. So I’m not too broken up about it. I’ve trekked enough of Borneo’s jungles, logging roads and plantations to own that feeling of I’m-so-hot/thirsty/tired-I-want-to-die.
The key thing is I’m going to be there, cheering for my friends, and taking some kick-ass photos. And OK, OK, I’ll be bringing the bike, just in case I can’t contain myself and just absolutely positively absatively have to get on the trail too.
Life is always perfect, and so it will be come Sunday.
So what are you doing on 10.10.10?
