As we discussed on the current episode of The Walking Dead earlier this year, I told my friend that if any walking dead is after me, I wont run, I'll just sit and let them eat me, its no use, I wont be able to run far anyway.
Then last April I resigned from my former job and jumped into another construction site, where the work site is far from the town centre, lighter traffic, no place to hang out after work and the workload is much lighter. And I get to know a new friend at work that actually went to marathons. So with all these added up, I signed up at a fitness centre nearby home and hit on the threadmill 3 times a week.
Its been a month since the first time walking on that threadmill and I think the legs and lung is working up better now. I'm still an obese, still unable to jogged for more than 5 minutes straight, but compared to the first run where I couldnt even jog for even a minute on a 6.5km/hr pace, I think there are significant improvements in my stamina. And the passion is still lighting up brightly. I guess, giving up is a bit too easy. Life wont be much without struggle eh?
Will be writing more about this in the future. We've got this charity run coming soon in KK.
