The TGIF Run

Each run is a test of endurance. Heavy rain, strong wind, too hot, some dinners and something would just pop up to make you want to stop running. And if you wonder what's trying to stop me from a run today?

Curry.

Each step I took, felt like chilli doing somersaults in my tummy. The burning sensation made me wanna stop but I managed 10km. So just don't eat curry if you plan to run. 

BUT something will pop up again tomorrow because life is like a box of chocolate.

Just don't give in and keep moving.

- dee

I could run the same place a hundred times and it will never look the same. Here is one spectacular sunset. I love Penang. :)

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The Last of My 8km Run

Courage is like fixed deposit or the last of my assets. I don't use it out until I've run out of my liquid cash. On top of that, courage and change seem to go hand in hand. For someone like me who's been dwelling in my comfort zone, to change does need a lot of courage.

To be able to run again after 10 years of being stagnant took me a lot of courage. I must say, as absurd as it may sound, sadness is a good motivator. I had a desire for running - yes BUT I could never lift up my legs until I was heartbroken. I had excessive energy when I was sad so I told myself to channel my energy to do something good - like burning it.

Here's the funny part, after I got over my sadness, I no longer feel like running.

* Ok, at this point I'm thinking how to continue my narration... I'll try...*

Truth is deep down, running has a greater reason for me. I begin to see that life is more than just how much I earn or what job I do for a living. Running gives me a sense of freedom and joy that money can't buy. Running reminds me that I'm breathing and my heart is pumping alive. Running makes me hear the wind blowing against my direction, the waves hitting on the shore, the laughter of people at play; lets me feel the cold of the rain; allows me to see the shuffling cotton clouds and the baby kites thriving in the wind... When I looked up, there was a black eagle circling on top. Just as I thought, the strong wind would blow me off or the rain would make me sick and most of all should I be going home... I wonder how that black eagle feel when he's gliding high up in the sky when lightning's striking and sheets of rain pouring.

Before I ran the 8km in Malakoff Penang, I was a coward fearing that I couldn't meet my goal. Anyway, I did it and I can't be any happier. In fact, I completed 8km a couple of days before the race and I completed another one today and it doesn't feel so much as killer as it once did. I could go on and on and I could fall asleep at the 8km boast.

This is really time to say goodbye if I want to make another milestone in my life.

So, next stop, 12.87km!

*xoxo*

wanting

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