Running

I never liked running. I associate it with breathing difficulties and endless suffering. With this psychological barrier, it is no wonder I never excelled in this activity. I find no fun in it. Running around in circles is boring, not being able to beat other people means no excitement. Neither is there anything scenic about my neightbourhood to entice me to run. In short, I hated it.

Last week, I thought otherwise. One wednesday night (8pm to be exact), we decided to have a nice run out of camp. It was cooling and I haven't ran for months. So the 3 of us began our run all the way to NTU. We ran past the Chinese, Christian and Muslim cemeteries, SCDF, the mosquito infested road up to NTU and around NTU itself. It was a different feeling running with friends and exploring the area at the same time. It took my mind of how torturous running can be. It's really nice flying past every building, everybody, appreciating nature, feeling the weather underneath the skin, freeing the mind of everything, leaving only peace. It certainly made me look forward to more of such runs. It's all in the mind.

They are squeezing me dry. Whatever, just 2 more weeks. Time flies at the speed of a snail.