It was my tenth attempt and I failed to complete it, yet again. It's always a struggle after the fifth kilometer. I am sure the number "five" has jinxed each of my attempts. I still cannot forget my fifth attempt. While running the first kilometer, I fell and fractured my fingers. It was rather unfortunate and from that day on I have come to the conclusion that I have been jinxed by the number. My coaches have told me to forget the number five and start practicing a little more. They have been with me even after all my failures and never lost faith in me. Year on year, I practice more and more and decide to complete the race this time around. But, I never lose hope and will be trying to complete the race, next time around. Also, I have figured out the reason for my loss. It is the number five !
My parents have advised me to leave this mindless adventure of mine and instead concentrate on passing the graduation exam. Even I would agree with my parents if ten years back, I would have completed the seven-kilometer race. Now, completing the race has become an obsession. If exams come in my way of completing the race, I would happily sacrifice them for the race.
Am I a mindless freak, out to prove a point to no one? Let me first explain my reasons. The past ten years, I haven't failed a single exam. I have reached the final year of my graduation and I have been an obedient student and son. This race was only meant to be a hobby. But, After the first attempt, one of my friend told me I cannot complete the race. Now, I do not call him a friend.
My stubbornness has earned me the nickname, " The Mule". But, Never think I run like a mule. I run like a leopard, chasing a deer in the middle of Serengeti. Now, I have three months left for my eleventh-attempt. I hope to finish it this time around like my friends. I have always wished I had legs like my friends. By the way, running with artificial limbs isn't as easy as you think !
"You're not disabled by the disabilities you have, you are able by the abilities you have."
