Running as Sports

The winter of 2006 arrived, bringing with it cold weather, and it was no longer possible to play basketball outdoors as I had done in the summer, So I started thinking about my options for maintaining the progress I’d made over the summer. I decided to step up my workouts at the gym; that seemed like the best option during Amman’s cold winter. I started by walking on the treadmill,…

My name is Alaa Mansour. I love sports and photography, and I enjoy keeping up with the latest developments in the world of technology. This is my story about sports and running—“Sports Are My Passion.” You can follow me on the following social media accounts: my Instagram page. The Beginnings: When I was little, I was a cheerful, energetic, and exceptional child. Cheerful—I loved to laugh and play; energetic to the point of being a nuisance and causing my parents worry; and outstanding both academically and athletically…

11 days passed too fast, and I found myself in my room preparing for Marathon in London set to start the following morning, I was overjoyed and excited; the experience in Paris had given me the confidence I’d lacked before that race. Like a little girl, I went to bed early because I wanted that day to end so that tomorrow morning would come.

The winter clouds had cleared, and the sun cast its warm, golden rays upon all that God had created on earth to dry up the water that had flowed through the city streets during an unusually cold winter. Flowers bloomed and birds chirped, heralding the arrival of spring with the colors of its plants and blossoms, the blue of its sky, and the warmth of its days—and the time had come for my trip to Paris. It was still cold in early April in the City of Light. The plane touched down on the runway as I looked out my small window and wondered: Will I be able to cover the forty-two kilometers? Will I be able to make it?