February has been an unhealthy month. Never mind the immense amount of junk food I had since CNY, or at work, or even the shortened sleep hours – I haven’t had the chance to go running this month, and most of all, I haven’t gone to swim my twenty-over laps in a long time. So as I was about to go for my weekend morning jog, I saw my dad putting on his running shoes also – my marathon-running dad -_-

Given that it was my first run in a few weeks, this was not a good start. I was running at least one or two km further than usual. I could keep up for most of it, until I reached the end of the route: that part where you’re supposed to turn around and run back. My body actually could be pushed further, but my mind, my mind was is weak. It’s probably more psychological than physical that no matter how long or short my running route is, the part where I reach the end and need to turn around, is almost always the part I just give up and change gear to a morning stroll.

That was when he unleashed his true speed — after all that distance covered. It turns out that he actually slowed down for most of the run, probably for me to keep up. Either that, or that was just his warm-up.

As with most things, keeping up with my dad is by no means easy. I later got some pointers on running technique (that I’ve been doing wrong the whole time). AND as with most things, his insightful advice arrived after I’m done. i.e. how to study for exams, after I’m done with exams. how to do what application, after I’ve already applied. Or any other important consideration for decision making, after I made a decision already, leaving me with a ‘Y U NO say earlier’ sentiment.

I can’t help but to wonder what other Important Life Decision I’ll make, where soon after he’ll go “OH BY THE WAY-”

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As usual, the morning jog leaves me fresh for the day. My mind is clearer, and my body feels heavier yet lighter at the same time. It might not be as awesome as being submerged in cold water, but it is more time efficient and intense. I feel more motivated to somehow find the time to run more regularly – maybe when I’m back from work in the evenings or something.