It’s been more than a month since I last ran. Ran for about 6k, felt like I could run more, but didn’t want to push myself.
The evening temperature is finally beginning to fall below 30 degrees, it’s about time to train up myself again. Doubt that I can actually run a half marathon as I planned at the beginning of the year, instead I’ll try to run another 10k again and get my time to below 60 minutes.
Rested a little after the run while watching people (mostly teens) play soccer, I was reminded of my highschool “street soccer” days, scenes were familiar yet I felt a little distant from this busy city. Ever since I got back from my Hawaiian trip, the sense that I don’t belong to this city seems to have grown stronger. I’m quite certain that it was God’s good will to bring me back to my birth city 4 years ago, but why?
