A Morning Run

I went for a run this morning. I did not go far, about 4 km perhaps, before lumbering along, as my breath came up short. Yet, I continued striding, determined to push myself, to actualise the invisible horizon in my mind.

It's amazing what an undying spirit can do. Tired as I was, muscle flapping - at least it felt so - I still completed the climb up Bukit Timah Hill and down. Mind you, this was no easy feat.

At one point, I held my head upwards. As my sight flitted on the canopy of tree leaves and a dividing strip of blue, serenity descended.

At the end, the salty taste of 100 plus was specially satisfying.