I run like a kid.
So people have been asking me, why I run. I’m pretty darn skinny (or sexy daw, haha!) , plus it’s a pretty exhausting ordeal, WHY DO I HAVE TO RUN?
Well, here is the deal, if I start yapping about why I run, we’ll be running a one-day read for you for that one, so, I’ll just try to make it simple by saying I love feeling like a kid.
As a child, I have always been tagged as crazy (makulit), always running (kiti-kiti), crybaby (iyakin), and let me tell you I still am in their own respects and I’m planning of staying the same.
During family reunions, it is almost always the topic that I am one hella of a crybaby. Yes, all of them, and I mean all of them, can attest to that (yeah, sometimes it gets to my nerves, hehe) and they even mimic how I exactly did it back then, but I realized as I grow older, this haven’t changed a bit. Now, I may look fierce, but I cry at the smallest things. Don’t get me wrong I am not trying to imply this as negative, on the contrary, i am rather proud of it. When I am moved, firing, and in so much passion, I cry, and when I do, it makes me appreciate the things around me more and more and more, everytime…
When I run, I am FREE. When I was a kid, when I run I don’t care… bumps, bruises, scratches, whatever, i run, i don’t care. I cry a bit then laugh a whole lot! As we grow old, we start building up inhibitions and this as almost always sucks the life out of us. We start caring too much about the what ifs until everything is too late. As long as I don’t hurt anybody, and I am towards a better goal, I just go. When I run, I just GO.
I love going back to feeling like a child because I love to enjoy life. I love crying because I enjoy laughing a lot. I love running because I always want to GO with anything I want to do in life. When I have fun and I’m active, I commune better with God, with myself, and with other people.
So now let me ask you, why are you NOT running?
do the things that make you feel giddy, alive, and feel like a kid, no matter how absurd it is for other people. Just go for it.
Now I get it, Dada! Wow, I didnt expect your interest in running had such meaning to it
I can totally relate with the part when you said you didnt care even if you get bruises after running. I will never forget the days when id go home crying because of throbbing wounds back in gradeschool.
I wonder why am I biking? Hihi!