When I was 13, I joined the running club at junior high school. Every day during a week from 4:30 to 6:00 pm, we trained. There was a young coach from outside school who looked after us. But his educational attitude was "let them down so that they will run faster".
When I was 16, I found myself in the running club at high school again. Every day during a week from 4:30 to 6:00 pm and often the week-end, we trained. There was a teacher who looked after us as a coach. He was there to make us laugh when all was becoming too hard or serious.
Now I run in the street and in the park using my legs who have learnt to run, it takes so little time to just run and come back. When I run I become a runner. When I come back I change my clothes and I am no more a runner.
I don't want that my friends see me running. Is it a secret? Yes because I love it and I come back home when I run. I come back to which home? To my background?
Nice to have one's own ground behind own ears. I hear voices of my runner friends who run somewhere on earth.