Running Crazzies

It takes a special type of crazy to wake up in the morning and go for a run in the pouring rain, while the rest of the world is all cuddled and wrapped up in their beds, the sound of the pouring rain lulling them to sleep, deterring from daring to step outside, stopping them from showing any unwarranted bravery.

You question the sanity of your decision as the rain pours like cats and dogs and in sheets, as your visibility is low and most roads are waterlogged. But then you’re one crazy runner who can brave the rains just to get a good run under his belt. So no matter the downpour, you will go for your runs.

So you splish and you splash, running in ankle deep water for most of the time. But no matter the water level you continue to go. Even a herd of deer, who happen to cross your path, give you a strange bewildered look as if to say what are these strange doing in the pouring rain.

You’re least bothered about their expressions and just ooh and aah about seeing them up close and personal. You continue to plod on, splashing through the rains, not letting the water deter you from going on, till you can go further no more. The dry riverbed of summer, which turned into a subtle stream after the last few rains, is now a raging rapids, thanks to the continuous downpour, trapping the people who managed to go on the other side before the water began to flow. You’re captivated, left in awe with the fury with which the water flowed, taking with anything that would stand in its way. You want to click a picture of it, but the pouring rains prevents you from doing just that, till you find someone with an umbrella. For a moment the thought of crossing over, taking a chance, floats in your head, till it’s cruelly shot down by reasoning.

So you reluctantly retrace your steps and head up Gandhi Tekadi, aur kuch nahin to Gandhi say he kaam chalana padenga. So you hurdle over fallen trees and splash in flowing water to get to the top, nature’s very own obstacle course. By now your clothes have become your second skin, clinging to your body, highlighting all your curves and edges, things you wished were rather not showing (if you know what I mean). Reaching the top, as it is now customary, you borrow an Uncle’s umbrella to click pics. Once the pics are clicked, it’s time to make your way out of the gate and on to the actual road, right in time before the park is closed for all.

The conclusion of the entire little running adventure is that you continue to run, no matter the weather, the runnholic in you will always itch to go out for a run, come rain or sunshine, nor matter what your schedule will be like, you are crazy and insane enough to go out for a run in the crazy 

running weather.

The Boy, the Road and the Rain

You stir before the crack dawn

Waking up groggily at four in the morn

Your try to catch that extra sleep

Cause you feel too bored to hit the street

But then reluctantly make up your mind

So after the coffee is drunk

And you’ve taken a dump

You dress up, you lace up

And after some stretches and warm ups

You’re off at a comfortable pace

Cause you’re sore from legs day the day before

So you make a conscious effort

To ensure you run slow

And not look like a robot 

who has taken to the street

You feel  a drizzle on your face

Still you continue go at your own pace

Now the drizzle is a downpour

But still you continue to go

Letting the rain soak you to the bone

A solitary figure on the road

Before the break of dawn

The small little streamlets

Have turned to flowing streams

Your splash and you splosh

As you make dash through the rain

Trying to dodge the puddles

Or vehicles that splash they go by

Should your shoes soak in the water 

Wetting your socks

Leading to possible blisters 

But then the rain has a liberating feeling

Sets your spirit free

Unhiding all that was hidden

Like Mandakini’s wet saree

Your soaked clothes clings to your curves

Bringing forth a paunch

That you denied was ever there

But the rain sets your free

Letting all the pain that you feel

Act as fuel for you feet

Propelling you on, on that rainy morn

On the lighted but lonely street

Running to the beat of your heartbeat

And the patter of the rains

Like natures music  to your ears

Never letting you be lonely and alone 

It has way of wiping your tears

And hiding it from the world

So you are grateful for the rains

For keeping you cool, calm and relaxed 

Not letting you overheat

From the silly thoughts that you keep

Playing on and on in your mind

Letting you enjoy run

Setting your heart and spirit free

So you run and you run

To the point where you come

To the distance you wanted to cover

To the point where it all started

Grateful that you woke up that early morn

Before the day was even born

To take to the street

The boy, the rain and the road