I once chased speed at 120 km/h on a Harley, until a crash changed everything.
With metal in my arm and everyone telling me to stop riding, I had to find a new outlet.
I had to find a new way to feel alive.
Running didn’t just heal my body. It gave me rhythm, pain I chose, and mornings I wanted to wake up for.
I initially used to think running is boring. How is constantly doing the same thing fun and that too at the same location and I saw most of the people running in circles 😂
It started with pain. It turned into peace. Every milli-second hurts, but every milli-second counts.
This isn’t a fitness story. It’s about chasing freedom through pain and finding clarity in motion.
I wrote a tweet about it and to my surprise, many people found it golden.