Juro Tongsin

On the night of August 27, I steadily worked through 10.8 km. I went out after dark, but summer did not seem ready to clock off; the air was still heavy with humidity. I focused less on speed and more on completing the distance, one step at a time.

There were noticeably more runners on the path. Autumn and race days are getting closer, and everyone seems to be sharpening their training. I may not know their names, but the familiar runners I keep passing are always good to see. We are chasing different goals on the same night road, and that feels quietly reassuring.