This morning marked my return to long-distance running. I had not run anything further than 10k since my injury two months ago. So I went for the Dingli 10 Miles with no aim, just finish the race, have fun, and hope that my knee won't hurt again. And yes, I guess sometimes it feels great to just run a race with no target in mind, and just listen to the rhythmical sound of feet pounding the terrain around you, enjoy the beautiful landscapes surrounding Dingli and Rabat, and just appreciating the fact that you can run. It was in this context, that today I could appreciate much more the silent connection that bounds runners. Just around the third mile, a group of four runners passed by me, and I decided to stick with them. I ran with them for the next 6 miles following their pace, and not pushing any further. And throughout these 5 miles, no one spoke a word. It was just our marching feet, our panting breaths, and the songs of the birds. In the last mile, each one took off individ
Mark huwa inġinier u kandidat għall-Elezzjoni Ġenerali fuq ir-4 u l-10 distrett, f'isem il-Partit Nazzjonalista. Huwa Kunsiller elett fil-Kunsill Lokali tal-Gudja sa mill-2006.