There is probably nothing new I can say about running that has not already been said before. Nor am I a die-hard fan of this sport: I do not find it as cathartic, freeing or interesting as a lot of people around me. As far as I am concerned, the verdict on whether I’ll keep sticking to it is still out.
But yesterday, I had my longest run, and possibly my toughest “sport moment” (not tough, since I’m really not an active person :P). I was with a group of people, and kept falling behind their pace – an extremely shitteous feeling, I might add. 2 km ahead of a loop, I told them that I just couldn’t carry on, would see them when they returned to the same spot after the loop, and felt about as miserable as it is possible to feel. But something in my head went “fuck it”, decided to walk even if I couldn’t run with the group. Trailed behind for 2 km, caught up, then overtook, then finished 3 km more than I had intended to. (I don’t even think my group finished! They totally avoided my questions and I didn’t see them on the route. Boo yeah). I still don’t think I’ll finish the half marathon in under 3hrs, though will definitely meet my initial target (around 3:10). But seriously. This. This sports movie moment has addled my brain and has made me want to write it down before I forget the feeling.
I guess, in keeping with my JJWS track, I’m now at that stage of the final race when Sanju is beaten up but decides to get back to the race anyways. All I now need is for the crowd to cheer, SANJU CHANGE THE GEAR as I crawl near the finish line, to make my movie metaphor complete 😀
We are all haramzaadas here.
Khoon Bhari Maang 