Running is like life

Good morning 😃

I think this is a pretty cool title.

Due to bad weather over the three-day weekend, I couldn't really run properly, so I went for a run for the first time in a while today, on the final day of the weekend.

I started jogging when I was around 30 years old.

It all started when a junior colleague invited me to join an ekiden relay race.

However, I had always wanted to jog someday, influenced by reading Haruki Murakami's essays in my late teens.

After that, I couldn't quite take the first step, but after receiving a few nudges, I finally started running.

I wondered if I would get faster if I kept running, but contrary to that expectation, I am still a slow runner, averaging around 8 minutes per kilometer.

When it gets tough, I don't push myself and walk sometimes.

Also, I skip it sometimes due to the heat or cold, but I've somehow managed to keep it up.

When I run, it feels like all the fog in my mind is blown away, and for me, it is the best way to refresh myself,

I learn about the changing of the seasons by running.

In spring, cherry blossom buds swell, bloom in full, and then scatter.

It is thanks to my continued running that I noticed how many flowers bloom in the summer,

and I am the one who visits my husband's family grave more than anyone else, weeding it while I'm out jogging😤

Sometimes I slack off, stop, start running again, get a little carried away and pick up speed, get tired, and take a nap in the afternoon.

It feels just like life.

That is what I think.

Running, walking, sometimes slacking off, walking, and running.

Even so, I keep walking. I keep running.

The seasons are slowly beginning to change.

Thank you very much for reading this far✨✨✨