I have an obsession with running. Well, the romance between us goes back to high school. I was in my junior year of high school, and was sucked into the track team spirit by my fellow American class mates.
I run the 400 meters race. I loathed it with all my heart and soul. The pain and agony I felt during the home run will stay with me for the rest of my life. I felt hopeless, destitute and I hated how weak I felt during those last 20 seconds.
So after competing in the European Championship in the 4 by 400 meter relay, I abandoned running. I would have never dreamed of putting my sneakers again. I really thought the romance was over.
Only that 4 years later I find myself priding in being a runner. Okay, so I don’t run 400 meters in 70 seconds (that’s no big deal anyhow). But I run. And I get runner’s high. And I feel strong and damn it I like it.
And now I have to go to bed. More tomorrow
