Tonight, I put on my really worn shoes and set out to
run. I haven't been running since last week since I
got a little under the weather.
But I decided that I should stay committed to my goal,
so I thought about the chocolate I ate in the last few
days until I felt a bit guilty, then together with the
remnants of the pain of a slightly overstretched
something-in-left-buttock, stretched, rotated, twisted
here and there, and finally went down.
As usual, I walked 2 rounds, before starting my run.
But today was special.
One or more of the following made me run substantially
faster than usual:
-Having Kanye West's Amazing (minus the voice distortion)
looping in my head
-My old worn shoes deciding to unleash its full power
because they know they're going to be replaced real soon
-Thinking about a certain someone and the grace of God
(Because it's supposed to exist)
On the other hand, maybe I was going at the same speed,
just that having not run for a week or so, my body forgot
what usual slow speed felt like. Also, by the time I had
finished running, I didn't feel really stuffy, with slight
difficulty breathing and all that jazz.
I actually felt pretty alright. In fact, I may have felt good.
Also, I intend to shop at Queensway this Saturday for a new
pair of shoes (hopefully without the crappy mesh thing I
see a lot of now). Feel free to join.
I think I want to compile a book of my thoughts, in an
auto-biographish manner.
