For you, I will.

It’s sad when the person you love is in pain and you can’t do anything to ease it other than prayers. It’s worse when you know it’s because he is too busy to exercise and in a way, self-inflicted the pain on himself.
It’s frustrating when he laughs it off as if it’s nothing. And it breaks my heart when he masks it as laziness, when in fact he forgoes it just to sustain the family.
And there he goes, caring about the well-being of others above his own.

Always that superhero.

If at some point in time, you chance upon this post, please know that your well-being is ours too. And that in order to run another marathon, you’ve got to train in any little way you can. I bet you already know this. Knowing that you know, just adds on to my worry. Why don’t you strive in this aspect of life as much as you are striving in the pursuit of saving the world?

I just want you to be okay.
I need you to be okay.
It scares me to see you like this, because I’m not ready for the inevitable.

If it makes you feel any better, all the effort and runs I’ve joined and plan to, I do it because of you. Silly me. I know my exercise does not translate to yours like how our prayers can be transferred over. But if you don’t, then I will. For you, I will.