(Sm)All-things Sundays: I didn't feel like it.
By now it is pretty obvious that I like running. What is less obvious is that, even though I love it, I suffer every time I do it.
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The kimchi coloured sky
Last night I went running at 10:30. Not only did I need to train for my 5km race this upcoming Saturday, I also had a lot on my mind. I was busy all evening and by the time I realized I needed to run, it was well after 10pm. Unfortunately, the gym I go to closes at 10, but luckily I live in Korea. Korea is known for being "well-being" obsessed and there are tracks and outdoor fitness equipment all over the place. So, when the desire hit, I got on my Soju Sookie, drove to the tartan track behind the Duksan apartments, put in my earphones and ran my little heart out.
To run...
5 kilometres. 5000 metres. 500 000 centimetres. 5 000 000 millimetres. It's not that far, right? I've walked that distance lots of times on the island to get from one area to another. But I've never had the urge to run it and THAT is exactly what I plan to do on May 8th, 2011 in Daegu. Call it my first triumph. Call it my last hurrah, before I leave Korea permanently.