On the 23rd of July, 2017, I went back to where it all started. The place where I decided to start working out and running after I fainted (well, I actually didn’t faint. I just felt weak in the knees and experienced blurry vision) for running in the parents’ race during my daughter’s sports day at school. I was back at NASDEC.
With four half marathons done so far, there was no way I was going to fall down and come out number last like the last time. This time my daughter was not going to ask, “Papa are you okay?” after the race. She was going to say, “Papa, you won!”
When the time came for the parents’ race,I was the first in line. I looked at my competitors and they pretty much were going to be easy prey. I was going to do a Usain Bolt on them.
We got ready and set. The referee was ready to blow the whistle. I was ready.
And off we went!
“Papa! Papa! Papa!” I heard my daughter cheering.
NASDEC was conquered.