Wow it’s already been 3years
since I started running?! .
3years ago Ahbao(my then bff)
Said that I’ll give up soon,
running’s just a phase, impulse.
3years later,
I’m still running,
thinking about running,
jealous of people running
while I work. HAHA.
I DNFed a couple,
Fell down and got stitches,
Let the Whispers and comments
Of people hurt me. (the younger me
wouldn’t been able to function.) .
Epic(s):
“You’ll get faster if you lost some weight.”
“Wah why your thighs/calves so big?” .
Recently, mentally burned bridges
with people I treasured whose silence hurt a lot more than words.
Why do I run?
Because running’s the only sport
You can do alone.
Fast or slow.
Road or trails.
And I intend to do this
for years to come.