As you might have guessed by my bio, I started running in May 2020 because a friend of mine from Cuba, under the alias of Capanegra, initiated a running challenge along with me and and friend of ours who goes under the alias of Schokominzer.
Don't bother asking me about their peculiar nicknames. Well, I can tell you that I used to play chess against Capanegra…
The real point is that we should target to run as many kms as possible during one week. We were seriously motivated. I went for a 5k run next day, at least that's what I planned to do. My body, however, didn't seem to be in agreement with my undertaking and forced me to stop after 4.54 km. I felt like dying, breathless and admittedly questioned myself on the need to do this. But my motivation and higher motives were higher than that.
Somehow my friends’ motivation faded after couple of days and the running group was reduced to me only.
It was obvious at this point that I would “win” the challenge. This was no longer the point. The real target became to not let myself down as I made a commitment to myself.
I struggled my way though a tough running week. And here I am, three years later, running and even writing love letters to this wonderful sport.
Will I be able to to bring back Capanegra and Schokominzer to the path of running?
¡Muchas gracias acere, mi querido Capanegra!
