It has been pretty hard to keep updating on the blog. So many daily obstacles and things to be done that time just flew by. Ramadan which was a while ago has finished and gone. Holidays passed. And now we’re nearing the end of July. What a half year it has been. Whirlwind.

And still I walk. I walk on.

My backache which I have dreaded ever having again, came back. After a folly of doing a bad workout which I’m probably entirely to blame for. And now it just feels so awful, culminating to the question of why bother doing these exercises if it’s going to hurt you.

So walking has been a little harder the past few days. I can’t trudge forward with my usual gusto. I’m now pacing on like the old ladies that I wish I wasn’t. I’m contemplating about my age through this upheaval and struggle. Why exercise? Why? When it just hurts you this way that you’ll end feeling old anyway.

I watched in awe and jealousy at those who participated in the Hyrox. What good fitness they have. What strong backs they must have too. While alas here I am, walking and carefully sizing up the back so that it doesn’t get strained too much.

Why do we do this right? When all is for naught. I sigh and puff and think upsettingly of my existence. Try as I might, things just aren’t going my way somewhat…

But still we walk on. I walk on. Painful as it can be, I walk on trying to find an answer to all this still…