I won’t stop…

It’d been a long time since I ran, normally I could go 2km non stop. Then I decided to go a run the other day but then I got tired at some point, I mean, I wasn’t expecting my endurance capacity to be the same after the long break with all my muscles relaxed and all. 

And so I got more tired and tired, my chest seemed to be on fire just when I was about to stop and catch my breath, I noticed this lady some metres ahead of me

Obviously she had more weight than myself but she was running and not stopping. She could be have been a regular runner or athlete for all I care but I didn’t want to think on that all I knew was she was running and not stopping!

That gave me a burst of some, cos my limbs were still weak but a fresh surge of energy erupted in my mind forcing me to keep running.
I exceeded my expectations. I reached my finish line.
Now running, especially to me is more than mere physical fitness. It has always been about the mind and mental fitness part. That’s why I want to use this medium to announce to all who think I am slim and don’t need to run that they’re mistaken. I can’t stop running. Just like writing and praying; running both empties and fills me..

I could get inspiration from under my blankets but it’s nothing compared to what I get when I’m outdoors.

The atmosphere In the wide open air is pregnant with so much mysteries yearning to be unravelled. I see so much outside, too many things to be discovered too many things to write about..

The clouds, sunsets, skies, trees and hills all speak to me. The winds more than any music bears beautiful melodies.. And the birds, you could clearly hear them whispering and calling you to come play from their heights.

Creatures,  humans especially are another interesting component of nature to watch. From the desperate woman breezing by in the streets scrambling to make a living to the little boy with droopy shoulders tired of existence but toils through the sun all day regardless. Or is it the egoistic man with haughty gait who thinks he’s seen it all but it’s oblivious to how teeny weeny tiny he is in the face of the universe with too many objects of more effulgence and blinding magnificence. True significance comes with humility. The stars are more brilliant than the sun so there goes your explanation.
All these awesomeness out there amplified at dawn and dusk is why I can’t stop running.

I never ran into that lady neither did I develop super strength and out ran her. I got just enough strength to maintain the pace at which I ran. What’s most important is I didn’t stop running (because she didn’t).
You may not be a runner, maybe you’re a singer, a painter, a writer or you’re prayerful or something else, the truth is someone somewhere is watching you. Someone’s success or failure is directly or indirectly dependent on you and that makes you responsible (like it or not).

Next time you of quitting whatever good thing you’re doing for a mundane reason, remember this! Let it sink into your head that it could be all someone is holding onto and because of you, they are not giving up. So why should you?

We all have our circles of no matter how big or small and the time to take responsibility was yesterday!!
I never got to tell that lady how she inspired me that morning but I told myself one thing; I won’t stop, so that those watching me won’t.

Next time I won’t just stop at my finish line but I’ll go further. Then further.

Did I tell you I’m elastic? Now you know

©Grace Okoliko 2017

3 thoughts on “I won’t stop…

  1. PUNCH LINE “You may not be a runner, maybe you’re a singer, a painter, a writer or you’re prayerful or something else, the truth is someone somewhere is watching you. Someone’s success or failure is directly or indirectly dependent on you and that makes you responsible (like it or not)” 😀

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