One step ahead
As a chubby person, I find running intimidating. Whenever I run, my heartbeat rockets, and a mere minute later, I could barely breathe. However, as much as I feared P.E classes in high school, I adore walking. Whenever I arrive at a new place, the first thing I do is find a new trail or path to exploring the areas around me. Sometimes I would stumble upon a grassy trail with warbles circling or a lovely boardwalk by the sea. If I stay in a bustling city where trails are scarce, I just meander near the sidewalks, often with an ice cream on hand, gazing at the twinkling lights and roaring traffic. Regardless of where I walk, I feel unplugged from all of the worries in my daily life and just let my thoughts go with the wind. I spent the first 14 years of my life in Saigon, a metropolis in southern Vietnam. As the city was renowned for its hectic lifestyle, with concrete jungles and mopeds honking from dawn till dusk, I was fortunate to live in a relatively quiet neighborhood. ...