5 kilometers

I

Rewind to 2000.
I was switching between Snake and PAC-Man, killing time on an international flight.
Mom sat beside me.

II

Twenty hours later, we landed at Frankfurt Airport.
“How come you’ve become so fat?!“.
It was my dad.

III

A seven-year-old boy ran 5 kilometers with his dad.
Every morning.
Before sunrise.

IV

Work repeated itself.
Dream went quiet.
Sleep gone.

V

Running.
Nothing else worked.

VI

I went out for a run.
Then again.
And again.

VII

“When’s your next race?”
Tomorrow.
5 kilometers.

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