Running with Wonder Woman

Well how many people can say that they got a chance to run with a superhero? Well not really a superhero (as you would assume) but your friend dressed as a superhero does come close enough. Lets face it, we all want to be a superhero, and to quote aunt May, there’s a little superhero in all of us (if I got the quote right).

She didn’t want to look like a fool as the only person running on the road in a Wonder Woman costume, and I was too tired to up my pace. She was taking baby  steps from returning to running (albeit cautiously) from an accident, and I was a victim to a finicky weather that was being quite the bitch on the day (if I may be permitted to use the term), not quite making up its mind whether it wanted to blow hot or cold, and so ensuing confusion turning the morning weather quite humid and dreary. 

So there we went, two running so(u)les, Running, jogging, crawling, walking, all the while chit-chatting about every possible thing under sun (literally as the morning wore on), greeting fellow runners as we passed them, as we hadn’t seen them in ages, involving them in our conversation, or just conversing about them. Taking walk breaks where needed, crawling too, but all the time trying to get some mileage under feet. We talked about our training runs and friends who joined us, the books she read, and the ones I was trying to read, about writings and topics to write up on, about friends and family.

Wherever we went, we were met strange quizzing glances wondering who were these morons running in costume (well, not me, you know who got those glances). We were so busy ignoring them and carrying on with our chit-chat run (if I could dare to borrow the term from my friend Manasi), we didn’t see the devil lurking around the corner, well not around the corner but behind the car, jumping right at us, scaring the bejesus out of us (ok I was the one that got startled the most). The devil being our friend, volunteering at Wilson, where the volunteers were dressed as witches. So that made them the three witches (dang I should have asked them what they saw in my future, like Macbeth did), laughing at the whole situation, and then posing for the camera (who I guess must have been in on the scheme distracting us, while the witches scared the living daylight out of us).

So from there we continued on our way to the NCPA, trotting along, chatting along, encouraging one another, trying our best to overcome the November heat, knowing very well that we were brining up the rear, clicking pics with vintage cars along the way. So when we finally reached, the cool down session was done, but there were bunch of runners hanging around, some in costume (thus not making her out of place), chatting excitedly, socialising, smiling. So we greeted them, clicked pics and socialised, as we Runners do.

So finally we made it, slowly and steadily, but we surely made it to the end. The weather didn’t matter, timing didn’t either. So now I can proudly say that I had the opportunity to run with a superhero, aka Wonder Woman.