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Okemah comes from the name of Indian Chief Kick Kapu. It means a valuable person. I chose a motel in Okema and looked around, and there were a Mexican restaurant, an Italian restaurant, a hamburger house and a shop selling fried chicken. After a long time of thinking in happiness, I chose a Mexican restaurant. There I ordered a beef pahita. I've been much advised to eat a lot of beef while running, but I couldn't afford it. But Jennifer, who lives in New Jersey, sent me a thousand dollars saying she saw me once at a meeting and she was proud of me. Thanks to this, I would worry less about sleeping and food for the time being than before. This restaurant was generous and delicious compared to the price. Pahita tastes similar to our bulgogi, and I especially like the taste mixed with avogad sauce guacamole and sour cream.

 

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I went to bed a little early after supplementing my nutrition after a long time. It started raining around dusk, and when a storm knocked on the window, I woke up and opened the door to watch thunder and lightning, and the branches of the tree howled like coyotes. There was a tremendous downpour of raining. I was not likely to fall asleep again among this thunder and flash of lightning, but the tiredness plunged me back into sleep even in the roar of this noise.



 

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It is April 1st, today and it is two months since I ran away from home. When I woke up in the morning, the sky seemed to be still cloudy, but the weather forecast said there was no more rain or wind. It was a relief. I thought how big the ordeal would have been if I had encountered the rain and wind on the street or campsite last night. The site is only 35 kilometers from Tulsa, which was swept away by a massive tornado last week that killed and injured people.

 

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I have a strange kind of conviction. I am sure that luck in lottery or gambling will never come to me. So I never play any speculative gambling. And for the same reason, I feel confident that any catastrophic accident like a tornado or a major earthquake will not come to me. The more people are with such groundless conviction, the more likely they are to be defenseless when a disaster strikes. Anyway, I've been lucky so far. Even as I passed through the Mojave Desert, I didn't have to suffer from so much heat, and I met heavy snow when I crossed the Rocky Mountains, but it was also when I slept in a motel at night. It was definitely a lot more than a lottery luck with a lotto. Thanks to it, I was able to recover my physical strength by taking two days off. Mother Nature's spirits seem to bless my transcontinental marathon. So is having met good people whenever I desperately need them. I begin to imagine that my transcontinental marathon is going to be a success.

 

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On the vast plains of North America, a lake of glaciers a million years ago, as many as 60 million buffalo are said to have lived in groups, grazing. Buffalo provided the Indians with meat, dressed them in the leather, and even made them tents. So Buffalo was the source and root of Indian life. The white people wanted to settle on this vast plain. So they began slaughtering the buffalos, the foundation of Indian life. I only saw a sad buffalo trapped in a ranch when I went to before.

 

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I enjoyed watching western movies when I was young. The theme of the movies was the rewarding of virtue and the punishment of evil always, white men were righteousness, and Indians were barbaric, cruel and ugly. At that time, I was too young to judge the right and the wrong, so only the ever-expanding deserts or prairies were envied. The U.S. government forced Cherokee, Chettoe and Seminyal to move to Oklahoma region. And again, the natives were being driven out of this place. Oklahoma is a land marked by the tears of indigenous people. I add my sweat again on the land blooded with their tears.

 

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The trees that grow well in fertile land show off their feminine beauty. There are wind turbines in Oklahoma, and oil drilling is everywhere. Wind power generators also run all day long, and oil drilling works all day round to produce and pump up energy. The scenery is fresh with a combination of ranch and oil fields.

 

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One historian explained that the key component of the conquest myth is the belief that the land intended for conquest is virgin land or wilderness. As the aggressors always do, Americans have rationalized their invasion not by stealing land from the Indians but by giving civilization to an uncivilized society. The Indians did not build a state in which political power dominated society; they did not have the letter to write down how to maintain the state; but they were people of a mental and spiritual high culture; they were already excellent agricultural people who cultivated corn and soybeans together long ago.

 

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Route 66, which I ran in the first half of my marathon after I first started in Santa Monica Beach, California, was the road that the American proud frontiers were leaving with new hopes for the west. and Route 64, which I¡¯m running now, was, the Arirang Trail of Tears, where Cherokee Indians were dying countless as they moved away from their homes in tears of blood. I started singing 'Arirang.' "Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo, I am passing the pass, O Arirang Pass." When I sing Arirang, I cry. Thinking of Cherokee Indian makes me cry again

 

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I've thought of Oklahoma City as a symbolic return point from the beginning. This is because the city is located at the center of the southern U.S. by geography. I thought I'd pass the turning point after that, but it's been a long time since I passed it, but it's still not yet to the turning point. If we set Washington as our final destination, this is the right turning point. But I have chosen New York as my final destination. To think that it will still take a few more days to the turning point, I start to feel mentally exhausted.

I didn't think it was hard until now, and I just looked ahead and ran. I didn't look far, I just thought of running a day. It was fun and fulfilling of the sense of achievement to move forward 40 to 50 kilometers a day. The mental fatigue is so overwhelming that suddenly the turning point looks to be still far away. It's always the hardest time to get past the turning point in a marathon. It's because I have a desire to turn the turning point quickly. After passing the turning point, there is also a fresh energy that does not look to be present. Now the spirit of "starting again" reaches its highest ebb of spiritual tension. I'll keep my tension highest again and take step by step toward the turning point.

 

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The key to a successful long-distance run is how efficient it is to supply blood to the muscles. It is to reduce fatigue and increase movement skill by supplying abundant oxygen and nutrition to muscles. It is the heart and arteries that are responsible for this. It is already well known that the superior long distance runners have an efficient function or great volume of heart. In particular, it is said to be characterized by the big size of the left ventricle, which pumps blood full of oxygen into the arteries. Now I feel my heart is bulky more than ever. The fatness of the left ventricle made my chest open.

 

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My running is a lasting process like a pilgrimage to eternity like river, regardless of the turning point, no matter where I run. I went on my way, led by the unending yearning for the unknown and by the primordial force of nature as well. I cross the mountains and rivers and run through the rough fields, not unwilling to sleep in a bad place, to endure hunger and to be tired, just for obvious reasons that my heart is beating. The completion of the transcontinental marathon may not really mean much. It's just a process of my running carrier. I get up early in the morning, run and run the next day. My marathon is the most delicious and the ultimate luxury of running like a river and like the wind in search of uncharted land. So there must be a lot of people who envy me. Running is the flow and progression of my existence.

 

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My first marathon was in March 2010. Five years after completing my first marathon, people must have been tongue-tied at my recklessness. It was a quiet park road in Annapolis, a beautiful port city in Maryland where the Naval Academy is located. It was a turning point in my life. The day when I finish my full-course marathon for the first time will be the greatest and most unforgettable moment for me, just as everyone has the greatest moment of his/her own life. I was thrilled with pride in myself for overcoming the fear of suffering.

 

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Running was both a gift and a blessing to me. From the time man came down from the tree and started running on his two feet two million years ago, he ran to find food, ran to escape from enemy attacks, and ran for a better life. Running was part of people's lives and a well bucket to satisfy their curiosity. The driving force behind the human race from then on must be, among other things, a thrill of heart and yearning for a new world.

 

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If all religions are ultimately looking for me, marathon is my religion. If dancing is a desperate struggle to express one's beauty, marathon is my dancing. Marathon is my literature if all literature is the guide to find himself. My marathon is ultimately a serious struggle to answer the question, 'What am I?'

 

 

 

by Kang Myong-ku

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