When I was a teenager, I was a volunteer, handing water to the contestants in a local competition. I was very excited to see different players running over, and then quickly picked up a glass of water. Some people run, some people walk and some people are in wheelchairs.

I saw all kinds of contestants, and I thought maybe I could take part myself. Next year, I decided to take part in the competition, but I didn't practice much. I just want to run to the finish line.

On the day of the game, it was very hot. After running another 5 kilometers, I thought, "I must be crazy." Why should I compete? What am I thinking? " I thought, "I will never do such a thing again."

That 10 km is really hard to cross. I run, I walk, I run as I walk. At that time, I didn't even know if I could finish running.

At the end of the game, an old man in his seventies passed me quickly, and I felt a little embarrassed. Because I am 50 years younger than him, but I can't even catch up with his speed. Then I realized one thing. He is running his race and I am running mine. In life, how often do we make unnecessary comparisons with others? I decided that I wouldn't give up running, and then one day in the future, I would become a 70-year-old man who hasn't given up running.

When I crossed the finish line, I was proud of myself, and I didn't regret this experience at all.