No amount of font size, underscoring, exclamation point, and repeats will be enough to emphasize the need to prepare for something as daunting and life-changing as a race. I have been out of shape and in need of motivation for a while. Gone are the days when running 30 minutes straight would just be a chore for me. This time, getting to a destination must be deliberate and trained.
Running has always been my unspoken passion. When I had a heart-to-heart talk with my mom last summer in Singapore, she asked me what I really wanted to do for the rest of my life. I told her that I want to help people and to run. She asked why I stopped running after the bar exams, I told her that running reminded me of people who are no longer in my life. I feel like I have to stop because that would appear that I have moved on to better things. But in the end, and in the deepest recesses of my heart, I know that all I want to do is run.
I do not need a race. I do not need a finish line. I do not need the fancy gadgets and apps. I just need one push in the right direction to get me back on track. And so every day I remind myself with those three caps locked words in my glass board.