Run Lola Run
Running has always been my way of releasing the pent-up frustrations that have built up over the course of time.
I am a loner when I run. I like it that way, unless my family joins in the routine occasionally.
Otherwise, it is just me and the wind and the salty, lingering taste of the sea in the air.
And sometimes I am propelled by this mysterious force called anger, which makes me go even faster when I keep uttering the name of the person who annoyed me that day, or even just the thought of a particularly unpleasant incident.
I end up feeling winded, but always so much better with myself.
I was thinking about getting a bicycle last weekend, because I wanted to explore the park connectors that have been built.
But in the end, I wound up getting a digital camera instead and decided to just stick to plain running for the time being.
And I always know people who ask about my running and why I have to do it religiously, or else I get very grumpy (I am an endorphin-whore I think) and they always inevitably ask if I am training for races.
The answer has and will always be NO.
I don’t train for races. I used to train for races (and I must emphasis that that was in school) but I just don’t want to anymore.
I question this part of the Singaporean mentality. Why does everything have to be an objective, a goal?
Will winning races make one happy?
I sometimes cannot understand why everything has to be a competition amongst peers, in order for a yardstick of success to be measured.
Even my performance in the company is determined by how well I perform against my peers.
But I digress (and my anger is obviously showing in this entry, so it means that I am overdue for a run).
The whole point is that I have a writing assignment about running. It is not just one of those skim-the surface-and-you-are-done kind of assignments, but one where I find my head turning cartwheels over.
I so know that I am going to hate running once I am done.
Don’t ask me why, call it intuition, but I am not particularly optimistic about this.
In this soul-sucking job, the more you try to maintain your naivety and innocence, the more cynical you become.
