The answer is not very fast, especially when he’s fat!
At the peak of my fitness I could run 32 kilometers without stopping. Unfortunately depression has made me gain 16kgs and robbed my enthusiasm for any form of exercise. When I tried to run again I could only manage 800 meters and I’d run of breath. I felt pathetic and I’d walk home disappointed.
My mood started to pick up lately and I went out for a walk in the park on a daily basis. I didn’t dare to run because I was afraid that I’d feel disappointed again. I’ve also been cutting down my intake of carbohydrates but after a month of this routine I’ve found that I didn’t even manage to lose 1kg.
So I thought what the heck and I’ve been running for the past 4 days. I told myself that I’ll take it easy and I’ll slow down to a walking pace whenever I felt tired. It didn’t matter how fast or how far I could run, as long as I could keep this up on a daily basis it’ll be an achievement.
When I was running this morning the only voices that I’ve heard are from the crickets. It was so serene. I saw a bunch of white flowers that have fallen from the rain last night. I picked one up and smelled it. That’s something that I’ve never done before.
I went home not as a slow loris, but as happy as a clam!
P.S. I’ll leave you with some photos of my favourite park which I’ve shot on black & white film a couple of years ago.
I like that you picked up the flower, it's something I would do. It's the enthusiasm for movement I miss and look forward to. You make me visualize a moment I'm greatful to be a part of. A lot of people don't know how complex a moment can be.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the kind words. I think most of the time a complex moment stem from the simplest thought like stopping to smell the roses.
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