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...


Great read buddy.. lage raho..!!
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