“As long we have the road, the ramblings and each other to look forward to, it’s all going to be all right. Bring it on, life — we’re laced up and ready.” – Nancy Townsley
… you can. Can what? ( You may ask. ) You can run a mile or even, a marathon. If only you try.
“Do you think you can do it?”, someone asked me this after I told her I’m going to run a marathon. I shrugged and replied, “I’ll try”. Of course, I didn’t tell her that I’ve already run in one before.
In a few days’ time, I’m going to do ( by this, I mean run ) my second marathon. In light of what happened in Boston a few days ago, I worry about another thing. It used to be that I only worry about the distance and the way my body will react under much physical and mental stress, for hours on the road. Now, I think more about safety—mine and the other runners, the spectators and all the people involve in the event. I know that come May 5th I won’t only be thinking about my time or how I desperately wants to be at the finish line and get it over with. I know I will also be thinking about what happened in Boston and hope that it won’t be an issue here. My sister told me in jest, “You should go and make your own finish line.” Yeah, right.
Running is believing that….
There are things in life that we can’t predict will happen, much less, control. Like, the workings of a twisted mind of certain individuals, who thinks that killing and maiming innocent people is their way of getting attention to their radical views. And for the general public to cower in fear will only feed their illusion that they’re in control.
Running has taught me a lot about being brave in spite of fear and to venture out of my comfort zone. If not for that ( well, aside from the “I can eat anything” part ), I won’t be running at all. A marathon will test one’s pain tolerance and mental toughness. Not to mention faith.
Believing you can run is one thing but believing you can run and finish a marathon is a whole lot different. Yes, there are “people” out there who”ll spoil the “fun” for us, but still a marathon will remain a testament of our will power, camaraderie and belief in the inherent goodness of mankind.
On a personal note, running is believing that come said date, I have the courage to stand at the start line with the other runners and the strength to forge ahead in the last few miles ( especially when my legs are already tired and I’m just about ready to crawl my way back ) and meet my sister at the finish line and hear her say, “What took you so long?”
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