Running is a metaphor for how I want to tackle life: the odds may be against me, but I will try anyway.
I was chatting some years ago with a Runner Friend, back before I ran regularly. She was extolling the joys of running and my excuse: I am so short & stout (contrasting with her tall & lanky build), how on earth am I supposed to be running? She said soothingly to me that her running friends were of different sizes and physiques. I was somewhat mollified by our conversation, although somewhat incredulous.
I still wouldn’t consider myself a serious runner: I don’t run far, I don’t run long, I don’t compete. But I am serious about my running. I made a start when I was approaching 30 because I was struggling with the mortality of my life (my mid-life crisis came early). I figured if I was ever struck down by a debilitating illness, being healthy would be an advantage. I also thought the discipline of pushing myself one more step would be helpful if I ever needed to fight for my life.
Just about 20 years later, this was all called to test. The Hospitalisation and The Subsequent Rehabilitation called up all the fitness reserve and determination I had built up. Having to re-learn how to walk in the hospital on account of deteriorated muscles, and then rebuilding the stamina which pneumonia had depleted. The promise of running again became my life line.
It has been almost 9 months since I left the hospital. My runs are no longer frenetic goal-driven outings. I am enjoying my rambles and zen moments again. For peace of mind and a sense of freedom, there is no where I’d rather be than out on a run, wherever that takes me.
I am not so naive to think I that I can do this indefinitely; both my athletic parents have had to exchange their sporting passions for less vigorous cardiopulmonary, muscle-maintaining pursuits. But for as long as I can, I will hit that pavement.
- The Feature Photo was taken in Bangkok on the Cycle/Pedestrian Overpass linking Lumpini & Benjakitti Parks in January 2018.
- This post is written in response to my searching through my archives – something which I have decided to do once a month this year.