This week, I had the highest running km in a week. I ran more than 72 km this week. Sometimes I ask myself, why am I doing this? And how did I even get here? I was never an athlete. Honestly, I am still not. I run slow and I pretend I am fast. It works because I break my own personal records. Sometime, I get bored on the same route. I change things up. Sometimes I simply switch to the other side of the road. It absolutely gives me a newness. Occasionally, I run opposite way around - and the whole route looks different. It not only excites me but also I feels like I am running on a new location. Running is difficult but not running is painful. Some morning, the body stages a protest. The legs feel heavy. I do not let them win. They can't simply disobey me. I negotiate with them and saying, "just a few kilometers". As the motion sets, the laziness melts away. No matter how slow, I am not doomscrolling the phone or watching 'motivational' videos on youtube. The rea...
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