Day 2
It’s 5:20am. I’m out here again. Third half-marathon this week. Kilometer 3.27. The cool air is sharp on my skin, but it feels good — a kind of cleansing. I left without a backpack today. No water bottle. Just the road, my legs, and trust in the few fountains along the path. One was at kilometer 2. The next? Maybe at 12. Maybe at 15. Doesn’t matter — I’m committed. My body’s adapting. Faster than I expected. Yesterday my ass was sore from the start. Today? Just a few familiar aches, but nothing I can’t handle. I feel strong. No […]
Day 1
This morning, I woke up at 4:20 AM. I stood up, drank water, brushed my teeth, packed some peanut butter and water in my backpack. Then I stepped out. The city was still asleep. Dark. Cold. Quiet. And yet — I moved. Only 12 days ago, I had surgery to repair three hernias. I was told to rest, be careful on stairs, and take it slow. But I believe in a different kind of healing. Not reckless — intentional. I don’t push through pain to prove something. I do it to teach my body one thing: You won’t break. You’ll […]