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Run Sharon Run!

I was never an athletic person. The only sports that I took part in was Chess if it's still considered as a sport. I wasn't brilliant but good enough to represent my school and win some competitions.

Aside from that, I watched all sorts of sports events. Badminton, football, aquatics, golf, F1, even cricket and rugby ( thanks to my 2 housemates). Brain sport + couch potato sports fan, no wonder I'm considered an obese under the BMI calculation. This has been my first 32 years of my life.

This year at my church CHCKL, we were having the annual youth conference. One of the highlights was the Neon Run, an 8 km run from the church and back. While it was announced 2 months before the actual event, I was not interested to sign up for it. Partially, I was not convinced to finish the run, and afraid that I will regret it afterwards for the pain and injuries. I couldn't even hike up Broga Hill and it took me 6 hours to do Bukit Tabur. And all the pain that comes along after these trips.. I decided that I would not torture myself again for this.

Just 2 weeks before the run, my housemate Kevin's CG was chatting with us after church service. Suddenly, we were handed two forms to register for the run. We were caught unaware of this and under peer pressure, I reluctantly signed up for it.

For someone who couldn't do a 3 min jog on treadmill, how on earth am I going to finished 8km?! I was beaten before I even started. Yet come the day of the run, 25th August, 2013, I couldn't sleep the night before and had to wake up at 4.30 a.m. It was more of dreadful than excited as I barely do any preparation for it. More than a thousand people joined this time around. While the spirits were high, I was only hoping that I will not faint in the race.

As the horn squealed, the race starts. Somehow on that day, I was able to run for the first 5 minutes without stopping. Perhaps it's because of the crowd, my ego spruce up and push myself to run. After the 5 mins, I started walking. And it goes on until the end of the race. I will walk for 1 km and run for few mins. On and on and on.. I actually managed to finish the run within the time. And I wasn't the last to finish. That's really an achievement!! I was given this medal and I'm sure this was one of the proudest moment in the past decade.

Somehow, after this race, I feel that there's a divine calling in me to keep on running. I agreed to climb Mount Kinabalu next year, March 2014 with Prana & Kevin; I signed up for Putrajaya Night Marathon 2013 for 10km, and manage to convince 3 friends to join. And I have managed to train almost daily at gym and currently able to jog 25 mins non-stop.

And all this starts from the moment receiving this medal.


Things that I have not done before, having fear that I could not finish a race, or fear that I will collapse in the middle of a run.. All of it has slowly vanished. I have bigger goals, to be able to run a longer distance, and better times. And I no longer fear of unable to do so, as God is able and I have faith in Him.

Deuteronomy 31:6
Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you."



Comments

I'm so happy for you Shar. Keep it up and I'll always support you no matter what!
deaflisteners said…
Thanks Sandz! Huggles!

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