Shielding my eyes from the Sun, I continued to jog at an even pace. It was Sunday morning and the canal was filled with a handful of people doing similar exercises. I was supposed to be here earlier but because I overslept, I arrived an hour later than usual.
My aim, like before every morning jog, was to jog all the way to the pathway that stopped near a road. Without stopping or slowing my pace. Everytime, without fail, I would fall short of my expectations. Will today be any different?
As I started to sweat like a pig and take quick, deep breaths, I could feel myself slowing down. If I was not too tired, I would have shaken my head like a disappointed mother. Despite that, I continued to push myself further. But as human beings, we all have our limits. It did not take me any longer than 1 minute to stop jogging altogether. I huffed and puffed while leaning over and resting my hands on my knees. I ignored the irritated groans of other joggers who must have found my sudden stop disrupting their pace. Well, excuse you.
Taking one final, deep breath, I straightened my back and focused my gaze straight ahead. I started to jog at a slow pace and maintained my speed. As I let the breeze push me forward, I could feel my feet directly stepping on the asphalt beneath me. A tired smile curled at my lips. My destination is right before my eyes!
But not before even reaching at the actual finishing line, I stopped just a few feet away and changed direction to climb a flight of stairs. And wow, the distance between each step is really large, an actual workout on its own. I finally reached the connected pathway and slowly headed back home. But not after buying myself a well-earned breakfast.
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