Happy that I'm a good runner. I love to run. Love the greens and the chirping of the birds. I heard sound of frogs most of the time instead. The park was not what I'd expected. I missed the lap back at my hometown's temple. It was specially made for runners. Made of asphalt. It was always crowded with all walks of life: young and olds, rich and the not-so-rich and various creeds.
I thought it was funny. Most of the faces nowadays at the park in school, seems to be different than the day before, todays and yesterdays. I laughed inside, I knew it and I'd bet on it. No one would have the determination and the discipline I have and inculcated in myself. They run and give up on the same day. God knows they're really trying.
It's easy to identify those who are the serious runners. Most grown-ups and never stop running. That's my observation.
There were families as well. Trying their best to instill exercise habit in their little offsprings. But the effort seems to be short-lived as well. They just disappeared on the surface of the park the next day, and the days after.
The folks back at my hometown were the regulars, it's something that impressed me, and I was the regular as well.
And now, nothing seems to stop me being a regular runner. So that's something, ain't it?
I feel like a winner. A free runner.
Who want challenge me? Hands up!