This was last week's.
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| Shoutout to my girls at the run. From left: Marion, me, May and Chris. |
Since last year's UTAR annual run 2014, i've been looking forward to my next run. And i finally registered myself in UTAR en-tree run 2014. It's a run organized by the PR students who are doing on environment subject. The day before the event, me and my girls went for a pre-run around UTAR. We ran a lap and then we figured, yeah, good enough. Marion's really worried about her stamina deteriorating.
That morning, i woke up with May to have our outstanding breakfast, loading up on protein, carbs and sugar. We needed the strength to keep on going for 10KM without stopping. The eating part was comforting. The running part ain't.
Running knowing your friends are there with you. Thank you Marion, May and Chris for the same passion and enthusiast. Friends push you forward, or pull you down. Mine? They raised me up.
As i ran, there was this girl running ahead of me. I admit i breathe heavily when i run, but i couldn't hear my own breathing as I tuned up the beat as it hummed in my ears (Of rock and high-spirited songs, i mean you can't be playing slow rhythmic songs right?!). When i unplugged the earphones from my ears, i was alarmed by my own breath. It was like i had asthma attack, very unappealing either (it explains why so many people turn to look at me when i approached them).
I was saying about this girl ahead of me. Guess she knew about my "melodious" breathing, whenever i tried cutting her off or when i ran close at a distance, she would sprint forward briskly. It was like i have transmittable disease. Okay lady, let's play this game.
So i decided to stay close to her, she just made it to my rivalry list on the spot! Bring it on! I ran with her all the way, out of uni, westlake, harvard housing area, and back to uni. The process just kept on repeating (with me cutting her and her sprinting forward at the sight of me). Little did i know, she became my motivation to keep going, she was my inspiration! So i truly am gratified that she is running in front of me. Fueling my passion and anger (at the same time) along the way to complete this race.
Meanwhile, little Marion sprinted forward and created a distance between us, which truly amazed the nerves out of my tiny weak heart. I was running and deciphering about how'd her stamina increased so drastically? Her tiny figure slowly faded along the straight pathway, but reappeared again on the opposite side of the track.
I was very near breathless as i entered UTAR, but there were continual of ups and downs, turns and whatnots. I can't help but relate it to my life.
My life's a marathon.
Many things were running in my mind, the satan demanding me to stop, my mind releasing hormones (of names i would not know) eager to make me give up. I kept telling myself, "Stop and walk for a moment, it's okay!" But it's DEFINITELY NOT OKAY. So i kept running, with the tempo of the beats constantly running in my ears. Glad i did my "running playlist" the night before.
I FINALLY CUT THE GIRL OFF!
It was near engineering block in UTAR. I really couldn't take it anymore. For 1 hour she had been in front of me, ALL THE TIME. Teasing me everytime she sprinted forward as she heard my steps behind hers. I sprint with what's left of me, and continued running for another 5-8 minutes (which felt like forever). Every moment felt like eternity. I could've just collapse there and continue no more, or i can choose to keep going, NOT STOPPING regardless of what, and get my medal.
The fear of the girl chasing me behind fueled me even more.
I continued.
I ran and i ran and i ran.
Soon, i was at the entrance of the sports complex, every committee and helper's expression promising enough. They shouted for us to keep going, there's still chance. There's this thing about people, when they acknowledge that there's still places left for them, regardless of how tired they are, how much they felt like dying, they kept going.
So i did.
And i finished 6th.
To say i'm able to finish first would be like a dream.
But instead of winning first place, or 2nd or 3rd in that matter, i won the ability to control myself, instead of letting my head take over me. I won me.
Deep enough?
I won me.
Even i'm impressed with this statement. *self comforting*
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