I really hated running… 🏃 When I broke up, my ex would taunt me saying that I could not run. I didn’t wait for anyone to kickstart my running journey. On Christmas Eve, I went on my first 3km run. It was so hard but I told myself I will keep showing up. I didn’t run everyday but I tried my best to run at least once a week. With every run, I told myself I must improve something, be it my pacing or my breathing. Especially after a long day, running is super tiring, I could feel my knees hurting and my legs being sore. After one month, I attempted my first 10km and completed it. After close to 3 months, I attempted my second 10km and didn’t give up. What started as a petty decision, turned out to be a decision where I realised that I could accomplish anything as long as I put my heart to it. I may not be the fastest, I may not be able to run super long distances but at least I bother to show up and try my best and these efforts count 💪🏼 I am proud of myself and I hope to cont...