12 km

I gave in. I don't know the real reason but I did it. People think it's a fad. I thought it was a waste of time. Some people say it's healthy. Others join in because their friends are into it. The most stupid reason I heard is that it's the new status symbol. I finished my first race yesterday.

As was expected, I'm sore all over. I don't know the science behind proper running or if there is such. I just ran and probably walked a quarter of the 12 km run that I joined. I didn't get that sense of fulfillment that I thought people got at the finish line. Perhaps it's an overrated thought that I had. I was just glad that the torment was over when I crossed that line. I didn't know that the torture was only beginning. It hurt more today, I could barely stand or sit and it hurt most when I walked. It hurt to move around. I am told it gets worse the second day. So I'm bracing myself for tomorrow.

While we were having a meal after the race, I told my family and friends that I was never doing it again. That was around lunch time yesterday. I was so consumed by pain that just the thought of running again seemed suicidal for me. They were already discussing their schedule for the next race. They were also quite certain that I will run again. After an afternoon's rest and a hearty dinner, while downing some beer, I asked when was the next race that I could join.

I obviously have a lot to learn about running. I may not be doing it properly that's why my heels are very painful. They said I just needed to practice. Maybe when I start to train, it would be wise to be conscious of the time so I can work on my speed and perhaps next time I won't feel so bad being overtaken by people. It is also good to plan the route so I 'll know the distance and the places to slow down and refuel.

Sure it's a long way to go. I'm not planning to be a professional runner. I doubt that a marathon is already in my bucket list. But I've already finished my first race. Maybe I just want to know how far I can go. Then maybe, I could get to know myself more, what I can do when I work hard for something. Maybe I like the physical pain too. It reminds me that I'm human and and that I am still alive.

Or maybe, I just have nothing else to do.