"I cannot run a mile to save my life!" I have said this over and over again for the past decade. Running isn't new to me - I HAVE ran before. I used to do the 100m, 200m dashes in middle school - barefoot, mind you - once a year on our annual sports day, mostly because my friends were competing, and my teachers expected me to participate. Other sports and activities took over afterwards, and once I started dancing, running was out of the picture. My second stint was in college, when I decided I wanted to run because I wanted to improve my stamina (and kill time in the summer). That ended with my right knee being injured since I ran downhill a lot.
This is my first serious attempt at running. I want to run to discover the rhythm of running, the strength of pushing my boundaries, and the joy of crossing a finish line. I also want to run to overcome this stigma in my mind that I cannot run. I want to prove to myself that this is a challenge that I can overcome, and not an obstacle.
Call it a (post) quarter-life crisis or a crazy attempt to inflict pain on myself (that is what I would've said five years ago), but this run will have a story to tell with all the likings of a Bollywood movie - drama, romance, pain, celebration - and is there a better way to tie it all together than an MBA journey?
This is my first serious attempt at running. I want to run to discover the rhythm of running, the strength of pushing my boundaries, and the joy of crossing a finish line. I also want to run to overcome this stigma in my mind that I cannot run. I want to prove to myself that this is a challenge that I can overcome, and not an obstacle.
Call it a (post) quarter-life crisis or a crazy attempt to inflict pain on myself (that is what I would've said five years ago), but this run will have a story to tell with all the likings of a Bollywood movie - drama, romance, pain, celebration - and is there a better way to tie it all together than an MBA journey?
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