This month, I have been running
on a treadmill almost everyday
clocking 1k, 2k, 3k and even 5k once.
It'd be hard—not physically
but mentally to persist beyond that.
I'd find excuses on the run:
the room is too stuffy,
my tonsured head too sweaty,
the insinuating smell of mustard oil
on the stove too suffocating.
Gosh! I wish I was out in the open.
Today, I ventured just outside home
for a run after a month.
Six kilometers into my run today,
I figured why I'd easily continue for another 4k
and make it one complete 10k—
home was still 3.5 kilometers away.
It's easier to persist when running towards home
than when running away from it.
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