Running on my Own

Running can get lonely 

Especially when you sign up for a distance

That your friends aren’t running 

Or are not interested to run

For injuries and lack of confidence 

To even a lack of interest 

So you end up training on your own

Have to get those mileage on your own

Without anyone by your side 

To push you

To egg you on

To chit-chat continuously with you

To even tell to just shut the yapping

You miss their company

As you got to push yourself on your own

To egg yourself on

To cheer yourself on

To even pep talk yourself

Talking yourself out of situations 

When you mentally cursing yourself

Wondering why you do such things to yourself 

But then you realise what you love about running

Why running means so much to you

It helps you calm down

It helps you stay focused

Though occasionally 

Ok make that most of the time

You let your mind wander

You can be with yourself 

A space to think

A space to meditate 

A space to zone all your cares

And just be with yourself

And yes the most important thing

It helps you burn a ton of calories 

Means you’re loosing a tons of weight

And you are permitted to put them back on

So you wake up at un godly hours

Lace up and warm up

And get yourself out of that gate

You put your music on 

And leave the world and your cares behind

But stay tuned in to your surrounding

Lest you get hit, run over, bitten or mauled

And you just go out there and get it done

Fighting the temptation to speed up

Fighting the temptation to give up 

When your body’s hurting 

And it refuses to go on

But you still carry on

Telling yourself it’s not about the mileage

It’s not about the speed

It’s not about who do what distance 

It’s about going out there

And getting it done

And in the process having a little fun

And spending some quality time with yourself

Even composing poems and stories and write up

Or finding a solution to a problem

And when it done there’s a joy

A sense of accomplishment 

A sense of triumph 

That you never gave up

You fought the odds

And now you a little more closer to your goals

And you did it all your own!!!

Running on a Cool Morn

There’s nothing better

To go out for a run

On a beautiful cool morning 

Running strong and steady

Chasing the sun

As it slowly chases away the night

With skies changing from ink blue

To wine, then crimson, then orange

Till it’s finally a beautiful shade of blue

Oh how wonderful it is to run

With a song in your ear

A passion burning in your heart

Igniting the fuel that fuels you on

And yes you need hydration support too

Oh the joy it is to run on a cool morn

And yes to complete the mileage

You had set out to cover 

And then some more!!!!!!

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.