I was exactly 3.3km away from home when I turned a bend and saw this tree.
A beautiful sight. Maybe you had to be there. Maybe it was the tired legs & endorphins from running 3.3km on a typical pavement-less road in this town. Maybe it was the smells, or the leaves against a sky changing colour at sunset.
Or maybe it really was just beautiful.
I took out my phone to take this picture and with a final gasping breath, the photo clicked and the screen went blank. In that moment, I realised I was 3.3km from home with:
- no way back but my own feet,
- no distracting podcast to listen to
- & no Strava to track my distance and time.
I remember thinking, in that very moment…
It’s just me and the road again.
Sometimes, you need that.
My next thoughts were:
why so poetic sia…damn, we’re far.
how ah. ok waiting here doesn’t bring me closer and doesn’t charge my phone. no way home except step by step.
go je.
I can run any distance as long as I don’t stop.
eh ya Allah lama pe.
I’m definitely writing about this. oh my God.
& so on.
I don’t know if I liked it…but I always like knowing that I can do it, just me & the road.
Keep going.