We were supposed to meet at Fenghemen in Quyuan, West Lake at six o'clock in the morning, but I live far away, so I asked them not to wait for me when they arrived. Going out at 5: 30 and arriving at the West Lake at 6: 30, it was still relatively cool.
Of course, several other colleagues who signed up had already left, but later I was glad that I didn't run with them. One of them insists on running 10 km every day, so that I can't keep up even if I risk my life.
So I began to run slowly by myself, saying it was running. In fact, the real situation is the rhythm of running one step and taking two steps. I have never walked around the West Lake seriously before, but I really don't know how long it will be. I didn't know it was 1 1 many kilometers until I ran and walked down.
Because I run slowly, I can't run any longer, so I'm not as tired as I thought, and the process is quite interesting.
I've always heard that there are people running by the West Lake in the morning, only to find that there are so many people running there. Some of them should be MBA students in different classes. Many of them look older than me and run very fast.
I have to say that many running friends I met in the morning look in good spirits, have a good figure and have relatively complete running equipment. In contrast, I am very amateur, so I set off in a loose everyday dress.
When I felt that people were about to evaporate during running, a runner happened to pass by me and shouted "Come on". I smiled and ran for a while.
Part of the road will pass a place similar to Little Square, where many old people are boxing or dancing in the square dance. In particular, I met a grandfather who looked like he was in his seventies and was learning roller skating. He skated hard, and I was a little moved at that moment.
There is also a pavilion, where someone is playing a flute. The flute is melodious, accompanied by a slight morning light, which makes people feel that time is very quiet.
This run is also a good experience for me. It's only 9: 30 when I get home after running, and I'm still awake at this time of the weekend.
After a short rest, I turned on the computer and began to write a weekly newspaper. After writing the weekly report, I typed this journal and went out again in the afternoon. Suddenly, I feel that this day has become so long.
I tried to arrange as much time as possible in the following weekend, so I bought running clothes while it was hot and ran for an extra week. While this energy was still there, I tried to keep running for a while. Who knows what will happen in the future? Let's live in the present.