Sunday morning , while I'm still at my little own dream valley , my dad woke me up from my sweet dreams, then I suddenly remember it's time for running . The weather is good for running that day it's a bit chilly but not raining unlike the last time.
Before we officially start running a old women came by and had have a small conversation with us, because of her kindness she gave us a pack of her homemade cookies as our snacks ,so that we can enjoy it after the run.
Finally we started running , At first I can still catch up with my father , but bit by bit , steps by steps after 4km I started to fall behind . After 8km I eventually realized I could never catch up again, so I start following my own pace.
When we finish the whole 12km , of course I spent a bit longer then the other . But at least I finished the whole run. And especially the cookie from the old women taste great and it felt all worth it.
