Love and hate with the road


I have always wondered as to why people like running? How can somebody find the experience of burning pain in your chest, pain in your legs and the fact that every step after sometime feels like an achievement?
 Why do we need to run in the first place, life is comfortable as it is why to complicate it. When I was in my training days all I remember how after every cross country practice I was made to stand out of the crowd and always made example of as to how weak I was, couldn't even run properly. More or less I had resigned myself to the fact that I will continue to have a very sour relationship with this sport all my life.
Now before you think that this is a story of me beating the odds and becoming an ultra runner then you may stop now and discontinue reading this blog, I do not consider myself to be a very proficient runner and no I do not have a Personal best time that I can be proud of and display in my Facebook page.
Truth be told I started my running journey four years back, and still struggle to put miles behind me. My friends that started with me are already completing full marathons, whereas I barely complete 21 km with great difficulty. Running is an activity which I do at very early mornings or very late evening so that people do not see me, as for I feel that the embarrassment of being slow resides someplace deep in my heart.
So what am I doing here, well last four years have taught me a lot of things and the lessons I have learnt go beyond miles on the asphalt. I have had high ego trips, where I was the king of the world and I could conquer all obstacles, at times I have felt like I am a totally worthless person who has kept going in circles not improving at all. Thought that running long distances will solve all my problems. Trust me it does not work this way.
The journey is still on and I am still trying to find meaning in all my efforts, with no discernible target in sight. I will try to pen down a few lessons that I have learnt in the last few years. Before I go there let me share my journey that for the most part is funny with a few bits of wisdom that I hope can be of some use to you.

Let's go back ten years I was a slob of 91 kilos, loved my drink and countless cigarettes, daily. Running meant all style where I had to announce to all that I was out running. Can you guess the distance one and a half kilometre (wow)? Followed by posing in my balcony with a glass of rum and my favorite will navy cut filter. This was followed by a heavy dinner usually butter chicken and paratha, lastly a generous helping of the desert; but hey I had worked out I could binge, right? Dead wrong but This is something I was to learn much later in life. So I invite you all to share my journey that is far from complete, allow me to grow and if anything you can learn from me then I will consider myself most fortunate. Stay tuned for the next part bye all...



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