Indeed, the greatest adventures begin within. Introspective journeys where you surprise your soul with the most intense of purpose. And for today, that path was running, and how I conquered my fear of it.
I’ve always been heavy, and like all things given to us, my size carried certain limitations. Or so I thought. See, I used to be afraid of running, because it premises a certain lightness. When sole hits ground, it should barely touch. As your leg muscles contract, it must catapult you to the skies. And let’s be honest: fat people rarely do.
But I was proven wrong. Not only by myself, but also by the people who ran with me towards the sunset. There is this friend who is a self-confessed lampa — she finished 3k. A shirtless, belly-fat guy with flesh jiggling — man, he was competing in the 12k. This gaggle of girls who posed at every pit stop — they were taking photos and having a really great time. The energy was amazing, and I embraced it. For me, that showed a way for communities to bring out the best of people.
I finished the 6k, and it made me appreciate my body even more. When I started engaging myself physically, I opened up a new dimension I never knew existed. I began kicking and punching in the mat. I climbed this mountain and swore I will reach a summit the next time. I can bench press and once did a routine called The Core Challenge. I saw myself transformed, from the curves of my belly to the shape of my arms, and I decided that size will never be an issue. Never.
Because how you measure your self must not be on a scale. We all occupy mass, and displace objects when subjected to force. Everything is physics. And I know that the most satisfying feeling is when you are not found wanting, especially when your own self calls on your heart and soul to step up. In my case, it was my legs who carried me to this state. Including the thousands who are traversing the contours of their destiny. For when everyone is running, no one is stopping. Thank you for the energy.