[I had written this about a year back - when I look back, I almost marvel at how far I have come in my running.]
White sneakers pounding the treadmill. 8 kmph. Left foot, then right. Left. Right.
Relentless. Ever-moving. Pushing forward; getting nowhere. Seconds tick by – 600 to go, 599, 598.
Lungs bursting, legs about to give way. 300 seconds to go. How did I get myself into this mess? Should I just get off? Lead a normal life? Run only to get someplace?
I just *cannot* go on. 120 seconds to go, 119, 118. Count down. It has to be done- somehow.
The machine beeps. Cool down. Another session survived.
Never again! Never, never again.
But, tomorrow, I know I will be back.
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