Its not often that I get up early in the morning. I think I get the best sleep early in the morning. And being an ardent follower of the 5-minute syndrome (let me sleep for just 5 more minutes and I will be up) which stretches to half an hour or more, its all the more difficult for me to wake up early. I wasn't always like this. I used to be an early riser, used to be fit and used to exercise. Those were the days!
Now I think I am so unfit that I cant run for 500 metres without panting as if I have got a cricket ball stuck in my throat! And over the years, thanks to some good home food off late, I have accumulated so much fat that if I donated half of my body fat, most BPL families in Bangalore would survive on it for a month!
So I decided it is high time. I must do something. So I decided to try the latest fad. Running! Yeah, I can still run. It may be from the car to the office or from the car to the house door or from the car to the theatre entrance... So I decided I will stretch it a little and go for a run. So I tagged along with this enthusiastic group which runs 4 times in a week. Today being saturday, they had identified a running trail somewhere in the outskirts of the city, reaching where was a treasure hunt in itself. So I get up at 5:45 in the morning. Can I write that again? I got up at 5:45 in the morning! Wow, it feels so nice writing it, you can imagine how I would have felt getting up. And I drive to this location and meet fellow enthusiasts, if I can call myself one! I was told by my friend that we would run for about 2 kms, which will include walking and jogging. Turned out, today they were running for 5 km and you were on your own if you don't catch up with the group. I had an immediate enthusiasm to run. Run towards home! But then I decided what the heck, its all about the attitude. I can do it.
So I started. And so I completed too. Thanks to the surreal Bangalore weather. It was breezy, slightly drizzling and not sunny at all. I have attached a picture that I took when I was just about to finish the run. It was beautiful. Anyways, finished the run and to my pleasure I wasn't too far behind the guys who had already reached. Did some stretching exercises and then got back home. All the while I kept thinking, wow! I ran 5 kms and I don't feel anything. I guess somewhere the body said - Yeah right!
Came back home and sat for a while to relax and when I stretched my hand to get the glass of milk, the hand would straighten only! You know what, the legs are still used to walking but the hands were not used to being in the running position for so long!!! Gosh. Bro said you cant walk a mile and you went and ran 5 kms. On the first day! Now suffer. I felt like running again. This time towards him and then ram straight into him like a big oil cantor. Anyways, massaged my left hand with the right and then vice versa and then vowed to teach the body a lesson. I will not be held hostage to this mass of lump. I am getting back into shape. Very soon!!
