My Love-Hate Journey with Running (and How I Finally Won)
For most of my life, running was a four-letter word. Image: A worried boy with a white cane crosses a city street as a car approaches from behind. Three people watch from the sidewalk. Tall buildings and a partly cloudy sky surround the scene. [ ] Growing up blind, I didn’t get many chances to run. No one to guide me, constant warnings about danger, and frankly, treadmills were just boring. While other kids were playing tag or racing down the street, I was sidelined—told to sit still, be careful, stay safe. Image: A cartoon man with a white cane walks on a forest path. Behind him, a large bear asks, “UBEREATS DELIVERY?” in a speech bubble, creating a humorous and playful scene. [ ] So, I ran from running. Image: Cartoon of a man running on a track, looking anxious, holding a white cane incorrectly. Another man guides him, smiling. A child follows behind. A dropped cane lies on the ground. [ ] I swam like a beast, Dragon-boated like a champion, climbed like a spi...