It doesnt matter that you're actually plodding along like a penguin.
It doesnt matter that you're heavier than a guni beras (sack of rice).
Doesnt even matter that the people are looking at you funny.
All you know or care is that you feel as free as the wind, as light as the breeze and as blessed as the morning sun. it doesnt happen too often but when it does, you feel like a million bucks. and one of the perks of running in ramadhan is that i get more of these 'flights of fancy' as i call them lol bcos i'm probably a teeny weeny bit lighter with the fasting ;p