(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.
“I like to just think of myself as a normal person who just has a passion, has a goal and a dream and goes out and does it. And that’s really how I’ve always lived my life.” ― Michael Phelps
(16th October) Accompanied by a two-beat kick, my arm stanches like windmill arc motions forward, caressing the moving water, locking on and pressing it back. I made every endeavour to extend my hand further and keep body balancing, and continued battling against the swirling currents while being pushed backwards at the same time. Could you imagine I was once a little girl, being scared of gilding with my face down into the pool during most of my childhood, was now at the choppy centre of the Victoria Harbour, one of the world’s busiest ports against the backdrop of towering skyscrapers?