The Run that started it all

Your first, like a wedding day or a loved ones birthday, you'll never forget it, its so memorable some runners even celebrate their running anniversary. You dont forget it...well usually you dont, and usually that word "usually" doesn't apply to me. I forgot much about it, but before I forget everything  I decided to put it in writing and thus my first post!

Pre-Race 

It was days before the event my aunt told me she registered me to a 5k event. it was a fun run to raise awareness for handicap runners and athletes, I smiled as she gave me the kit. I went home dumped the kit somewhere and then did my usual bum around stuff.  I did not train nor did I even consider going out for a run. I thought 5k was just a walk in the park or the occasional trip to the sari-sari store to buy toyo so with that in mind I just waited for the race, I was even thinking "Hey matt your pretty fit, Yes you are, You're young and strong you can do this. You can even win this!"

Race day

I still don't remember how on earth I managed to wake up that early. All I know was that I was standing among unusual people, with their short shorts and their sandos which I found out was called singlet (I was calling it bibs the whole time) Man was I out of Place! I was standing there with my white high cut basketball shoes, my green basket ball shorts reaching the tip of my calf and if that wasn't enough I wore a white shirt underneath my singlet. I looked like a basketball junkie, on his way to an NBA game. 

It was not long after that, the runners assembled, I was near the front, and again that little thought bubble pop out saying "Its time to win Matt! Its time to prove to these shorty short shorty guys what real men with basketball shorts can do"

While I was day dreaming, The race started, I found myself running almost at top speed, looping at the academic oval. I remember thinking any minute now, this will be over...but it wasnt over and it wasnt even near any "minute now"

I dont know how long it was going to take me to finish, but it sure was taking a long time.

I was begining to realize that my thought bubble was lying when it told me
Im pretty fit, young and strong
For one, I did not feel fit at all! I sure did not feel young either and as I see all those shorty shorts guys (and even ladies) pass me by, I know I wont "win this"

I felt that is was taking forever, till there in the distance I saw a small arch that has these sacred words on them "FINISH"

and so like a soldier coming back from war with multiple wounds there I was running with my long green shorts, my head dangling like a cocoon, pride reduced to zero, I crossed that yellow finish line.

The funny thing is, maybe out of sheer exhaustion, one thought into my head: "I love it, I want to do it again!" and this time I knew the thought bubble was not lying.

Post-race

I went home really tired, I did not win the race but I was smiling till we got home. I remember the song playing was Micheal Jackson's I wana rock with you. I looked up, the sun beating down may face, and at that moment I just knew The Big One up there was smiling with me. I did not win the race, But I won something greater after all.