Old Days Never Die

Old times never die except when one is no more.
When I was still in my parent's house, there was something I loved doing, and this time, it became my past. Sports have been what I love most, and my friends enjoyed my sporting ability. I was slim and fit to carry out any form of sports, most especially track events. Loving sports was just my thing, and my parents supporting me was the best idea. They made me feel so greatly in the realm of sports that I can never forget in life.

Lukas Hartmann
In my secondary school days, I have been the one representing them when it comes to the female 100m race as well as the relay race. I always take the finishing and the last leg.
When they were sharing students in various houses, the housemasters always wanted me in their houses, but then I had to join just one house. My house always comes out on top in any inter-house sports ever.

When I got married, it was hell going back to sports. I had one sports kit my school bought for me. I kept it in a safe place, and up until this money, it's still as neat as anything else. Three years ago, my husband had to call on me to embark on a road walk. I objected to it. My weight began to increase more, but then I still did not love going to sports. I had forgotten everything about sports long ago.
Some years ago, I asked my husband, “Are you too far?”
His answer was annoying to me. He said, “I love you the way you are.”.

How can he say something so annoying? I was unhappy. I told him that I wanted to take a line just to bring back my shape, but then he kept saying he was okay with the way I was and how I was just okay with it.
He called me after some time to go for a road walk, but I rejected his call. I said I don't want to go for any road walk.

The last time he called me, we both had a little face-off and then he would go by himself without even saying a word related to road walking to me. I loved it that way.

Two years ago, when I lost my mom, I had to go home just to make some preparations for the burial alongside my brothers and sisters. My elder sisters had to command me to clean the house. I started the cleaning and drew closer to a box. I was not ready to open it, but somehow I saw myself opening the box. Likewise, I found the sports kit my school bought for me. This reminded me of the old days. Then, I remembered how I always ran for my team in school and how everyone wanted me to be on their team at all costs. My mind went back to how my husband always called me for a road walk.

I knew those sports kits would no longer be my size, so I decided to get myself a tracksuit. I still took the sports kits along to show my husband how important I was when I was still in secondary school. Not only that, but I told him that he was the one who deformed me to look so fatter than before. He only laughed. After the burial, I brought out my tracksuit and joined him for a road walk. It was a nice walk, as the spirit of sport was still in me. I was walking and jogging faster than my husband, who has been doing it daily. After one month of jogging, I started seeing the signs of some fat being burnt off.