Making Peace With The Hills

Singapore running is hot. I expected that. Jakeb and I ran eight miles on Saturday morning and when I finished my shoes were squishing with the sweat that had run into them from my legs.

If I do not run early here I will not run. That is no different than it was at home. Life here is busy just like it was in Texas. As the kids get involved in school and we get involved in church and work picks up and all of the other things we will find to do my schedule will not get any better. So in Singapore like in Lake Jackson I run mostly when the sun is down. But I expected that too.

There are quite a few things about running in Singapore that I did not expect. I did not expect to run with so many other runners. There are a lot of people who run here. I think this morning was the first time I have not passed another runner during my run. Today is a public holiday and I am going to work. Everyone else decided to sleep in I guess.

I did not expect to have to run on so many hills. They are not big hills but I come from the pancake flat Gulf Coast of Texas. Our house in Singapore is on a hill. You don’t notice it so much when you drive to it. No matter which direction I run I finish going uphill.

At first I just powered up the hills. I continued to run the pace I was until I made it to the top or had to stop running and walk. I walked a lot. But somehow along the way I figured out that I have to shorten my stride and slow down to be able to run the hills well.

This morning I ran a four mile loop (or a little less than seven kilometers – I will always think in miles). I ran alone and listened to music and ran within myself. I felt good at the end and I probably finished faster than when I push myself too hard. This is a lesson I should probably try to learn in other parts of my life as well.