I love running, not because I could run fast. But because I love how this sport trains my mind to overcome tiredness and the temptation to give up. Initially, I ran to shed some fats and to keep myself healthy. Eventually, it becomes a sports that is close to my heart. I would run when I feel stressed, or when I need to cry out to the Lord and be silent before Him. I would run because I want to be in the open space. I would run…just because I am able to do so.
Naturally, I would want to share this love with my kids. I started to participate in races with Faith in the stroller when she was about a year old. Subsequently, there was the Safari Zoo Run with the family in 2017 and a kids’ dash later that year.
The Great Eastern Run that has just passed was most memorable. I signed Faith and I up for a mother-and-daughter 2km run, just to get the girl to start running longer distances. We didn’t manage to train for this but was very encouraged by her perseverance during the run. She pushed herself to run even when she’s tired and there wasn’t any sign of giving up or whining throughout. I was impressed!
I think it’s time for me to go back to running regularly and to get the girl to come along too. I believe she and I have something in common. ;p