The experience of a very amateur runner
It’s been several years since I made the decision to bid farewell to my excess body fat. My journey towards a more active lifestyle began during those days. Prior to that, the thought of being physically active didn’t interest me much. Simply walking to the subway or bus station and occasionally taking a taxi sufficed. Fast forward more than a decade from those times, and here I am, at the age of 32, running. It leaves me bewildered, as if I’m a completely different person. Undoubtedly, I’ve undergone quite a transformation.
About four months ago, I made the choice to delve into the world of exercise at home, replacing the idea of running. This was a sport I had been neglecting for various reasons. Sometimes it was due to running late, other times it was fatigue, or perhaps a social gathering, and the list goes on. To ensure that my running endeavor didn’t remain just an idea, I committed to waking up early and engaging in morning workouts before heading to work, typically between 5 and 6 in the morning.
From the moment I resolved to make this change, I invested in proper exercise attire and shoes, read Haruki Murakami’s book titled “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running,” watched instructional running videos on YouTube, viewed Mehrad Hayden’s documentary on running marathons, set my alarm for 5:30 am, and went to bed with the anticipation of a morning workout. It took me a full 10 days to finally experience my first exercise session.