Day No.4, Run with a reason.
I began running when I was in National Service. It was not a decision made by me, but by the physical instuctors who pretty much whipped the whipping boys into shape. I never hated it, but I never liked it either. It was better than going though an obstacle course.
When I was in the Ministry of Defence, some military personnel opted to pig out. I guess I didn't want to be like them, so I ran. I was very sensitive about my body, every ounce of fat on me was my enemy, so I was effectively running against myself. I started at 2km. I ran to lose weight.
Then after a while it climbed to 4km. So I was naturally happy when my times start to drop and my pants start to drop. Before you know it, I start thinking about why I'm still running. After all, I've accomplished pretty much what I set out to do. I couldn't find a reason and became a bit depressed. My frequencies dropped and I put on a little weight. It's like figuring out where this relationship is going.
But I plugged on. I filled holes in my life with running. I changed running routes and saw different things. I changed pace and felt pain. You say say pain is better than emptiness. Pain is a constant reminder why I'm alive. The throbbing is telling me that I better give up and go home. Why go through hell? I don't know what life is unless I go through some kind of hell.
The feeling after the run is something else. It could be a sunset. It could be throwing up lunch. It could be a natural high. It could be misery. It loves company. It could be triumph. It could be defeat. Whatever it is, it is never the same all the time. Whatever it is, take it all in because it's all you'll ever need.
I've become loyal to running. I never see her face, but I know she's there everytime I step out in my Mizunos. It's mostly pain, but I've grown to enjoy the company. She's somehow made me a better person, and I've come to understand my flaws. I thank my hands and my feet everyday, I feel they are the least appreciated things in the world. People won't appreciate them until they're gone. Most of all, running's made me aware of life.
When I was in the Ministry of Defence, some military personnel opted to pig out. I guess I didn't want to be like them, so I ran. I was very sensitive about my body, every ounce of fat on me was my enemy, so I was effectively running against myself. I started at 2km. I ran to lose weight.
Then after a while it climbed to 4km. So I was naturally happy when my times start to drop and my pants start to drop. Before you know it, I start thinking about why I'm still running. After all, I've accomplished pretty much what I set out to do. I couldn't find a reason and became a bit depressed. My frequencies dropped and I put on a little weight. It's like figuring out where this relationship is going.
But I plugged on. I filled holes in my life with running. I changed running routes and saw different things. I changed pace and felt pain. You say say pain is better than emptiness. Pain is a constant reminder why I'm alive. The throbbing is telling me that I better give up and go home. Why go through hell? I don't know what life is unless I go through some kind of hell.
The feeling after the run is something else. It could be a sunset. It could be throwing up lunch. It could be a natural high. It could be misery. It loves company. It could be triumph. It could be defeat. Whatever it is, it is never the same all the time. Whatever it is, take it all in because it's all you'll ever need.
I've become loyal to running. I never see her face, but I know she's there everytime I step out in my Mizunos. It's mostly pain, but I've grown to enjoy the company. She's somehow made me a better person, and I've come to understand my flaws. I thank my hands and my feet everyday, I feel they are the least appreciated things in the world. People won't appreciate them until they're gone. Most of all, running's made me aware of life.
posted by Mengyang at 6:36 PM
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