Another challenging chapter of life commences. Time flies like an instant since I left Hong Kong and have survived in the United Kingdom for a month. After months of sincere hoping and impatient waiting, I could finally sign with relief when a final acceptance email popped in my inbox this July, informing me that my dream of studying overseas finally come true after years of relentless endeavour. And after sleepless, tediously long hours on the plane, here I am, already arrived on the other side of the globe.
(12th February) The pounding noise of my sport shoes resonated off the concrete ground of the highway with a clanging echo that matched my throbbing heart inside my chest as I ran. Without figuring out an hour has elapsed, I joyfully lost in this half marathon run, by just a leap of faith that I could conquer this physical breakthrough, a seemingly impossible breakthrough that goes beyond my physical limits.
(5th November) I have never thought of completing an entire 50km walkathon with such tenacity, nor have my teammate, who is her first time ever in Hong Kong. At first, our application to this trailwalker was merely for our intimate embrace to the natural wonder of the city, after being exhausted by mounts of journals and paperwork, as well as a kaleidoscope of social activities that we could hardly breathe. Only by joining this event could we truly appreciate the tranquility of the country parks and breath-taking scenery from the hilltops.