A few years ago, my good friend Alok took the effort to take me for a walk at a club close by. It was 6 a.m., and by the time it was 6.15 I was spent and no longer wished to walk. To keep up pretences, I found that I needed to tie my laces, catch my breath or even find astonishing things to observe in an otherwise boring view. I blamed the pollution and my sensitivity to the foul air that we were compelled to breathe. I was unfit.
Starting to run was not easy as your unforgiving mind does not let memories past, slip by quickly. Research showed that you should start with no more than twenty minutes and alternate between running and walking in sprints of 2-1-2-1, biased toward walking. Seemed easy and so off I went one morning. I run! It feels amazing to be able to say it in a conversation, emphasis included.
My shins ached, my knees hurt, my ankles hurt. In this pain I found solitude. I found myself almost meditating as all I could think about was my next stride and when it would be time to switch from walking to running again. My brains turned off and my body took over. Very quickly, I found myself wanting to wake up at 4 am to beat the traffic on the roads. I found myself loving the peace just before sunrise. I found myself no longer need to observe my surroundings. I had found strength, not physical, but in my mind. I was finally at peace. I can run!