So I Started Running...

The chronicle dates back to my pre-running epoch in year 2009. I just moved in to a new housing area where a picturesque man-made lake beset on all sides by a decent jogging path was just across the road. Besides, I need to divert my post break up frustration somewhere. So I thought, why not jog? I started jogging, which was in fact more of a slightly-faster-than-brisk-walking-but-less-decent-than-a-proper-jogging jog. I did it at my own pace, time and comfort. It was an on and off thing. No serious business whatsoever.

Then came year 2010. When I thought that my luck had already hit the rock bottom, my life took a new twist….towards the South. To cut the crap, it was like this – I was diagnosed with a tumor at my pituitary gland, and apparently it is a macro one, and lifelong medication is waving at me while at the same time I put on 8kg and acne breakout revisited me after my teenage years…so I am basically fat, ugly and probably impotent. In short, the shit hit the fan and splashed all over me. But you see, I am that type of person when pushed to its limit would bounce back. And I did make a New Year resolution that I am going to live life to the fullest no matter what happen. So I decided to make the best out of the worst. And so I decided to run, seriously.

So the chronicle of my running project begun…