Rituel de lendemain de course, s'inscrire à une autre course.
Can't believe once a hater of running now loves it so much.
Can't believe an asthmatic becoming someone loves running.
I thought of Dad and his running routine before our dinner or lunch at grandma's.
Can it be something that he influenced me secretly?
I thought of my days in Lund around Karin's, Torino around Francesca's, in HSNU, NTU, forest park, memorial hall, Xinyi road, Ren ai road, xyz road...
I thought of him, thought of her, thought of mom and the old days.
I did not stop, not a minute and even when I reached the end, which I actually did not realise until I reached it, I knew I can go further, tho my tiny toe hurt.
It might be the rain and the coldness that made it easier cuz I felt nothing, nothing but my music, the crowd next to me and the people cheering.
It was actually the cold that I could not stand for another minute.
I understand now why she loves it.
I've been wanting to do this for so long, and I made it.
And I was in the Lindy class tonight despite of everything.
I kinda understand now.
Rituel de lendemain de course, s'inscrire à une autre course.
Si l'année prochaine je serai encore à Paris.
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