Eraser run...

Running has never felt so good.   Today, there was standing invites for some evening get-togethers.  But today also was one of those days - where you just want to tear off from the book titled 'My life'.   Multi-dimensional self-worthlessness sometimes makes one cringe.

Should one so openly talk about these feelings?  I had found a temporary solution for the past few days.   Watching Discovery and Natural Geographic - taking things away from this material, inhuman world and into the wild.

Frustrated Leopard loses its
prey to the Hyena

Watching the animals, struggle for food, mates, territory and life makes me feel better.   So, struggle is natural.   It sometimes does not matter what you think?  The leopard loses its prey to a hyena or a lion.  It does protest, growl and snarl, but end of the day, it knows that it does not stand a chance against the stronger predator.   So it quickly climbs the tree to save itself.

Should the leopard feel self-worthless?   Or should it feel that it is the law of nature, and so 'move on'.  I try to find any form of emotion on its face.  Apparently, leopards can't emote.  So no answers there.

The hero runs in a lone beach
to beat his frustration

Then I saw this move called 'Force'.   He is a cop without any connect - which is his strength.  He falls in love, but finally when his love is killed by a vindictive villain - he could only cry and grit his teeth in frustration.  Another form - which caught my eye - is a sprint by this hero in a lonely beach to vent his frustration.   Humans emote, and express.   So running is a form of expression. 

Another movie called Eraser crossed my mind.  The hero has to protect the heroine, who the State has decided to erase.   No evidence.  No existence.   Kill them all.   The lead-actors run, hide and survive in the end.

The leads run away
survive and erase!

Today's run is a combination of all these.  From a feeling of self-worthlessness and frustration is washed away by the dripping sweat and the reality of all these tastes salty.   And finally a burst at the end, pumping the oxygen viciously into the lungs, erasing and burning all those who caused the feelings under the rubber of the shoe.  

Again, it sounds too much of philosophical rambling around a simple run - but as I always say - running has many avatars.  This one was the 'Eraser run'.

-The One

(Pics courtesy Internet)

NO-cotine run...

Friends,  today's run is a confession run.   I thought a lot, whether to share this.  Finally decided that I will.  

One of these days in December,  it started with a small fag.   It is still a small fag, but the occasions increased.   With a cup of tea.  With sun-downers.   It always never felt like a habit.   I took the butt, when my butt was kicked.  The fascination towards the smouldering end of the brown tobacco turning black was interesting.   Felt that I was thinking better. Stress? I think so.     

The runs were anyway drying up.  The forgotten february was the worst period in the last three years, as far as fitness was concerned.  But last week, the run finally came.  

But suddenly, my voice became hoarse and there was this, a constant niggle in the throat.  I could feel that some sputum was forming.   Secondly,  early mornings, my lower back - below the rib cage, ached a lot. And finally - there was a tightness in my lungs - during the run last week.   

Last two days, I kept away from both.   And this run - I ran like a creature possessed.  I was always afraid that the tightness would appear.   It did appear in the second kilometer, but with a deep breath, I pushed the tightness aside.   I paused for a moment and then started running faster, and faster.  

The Kandivili crowd, usually accustomed to runners - was startled because of the speed in which I ran.   The sputum disappeared, the lungs are liberated.   I feel better.   The run was truly invigorating.

Been there, tried that.  My affair with the butt ends, period. December - March 10th, RIP. This was the NO-COTINE run. 

-The One

( Pics Courtesy Internet)


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A run, finally done!

It is like being an alcoholic - should I say that getting back at running is good, therefore it is good to be a runaholic?   The feel good factor after a run is unbeatable.   The forgotten february, where no run took place was a nightmare best forgotten.  Is life any better?  Not sure.   The struggle continues elsewhere.   When I moved to Mumbai, I expected to adapt and fly high like an eagle.  But I was stuttering like a dodo.  
Well, a runner does not give excuses.  So it did not happen.   Period. 

A run done!

Today I ran with confidence at the start.  The same breathing through the mouth technique worked well.   The run was short, but towards the fourth km, a small stitch around the rib told that the story.  The breathing was a little tighter and I slowed down further. The reason - a month of evening vagaries.   The lack of training was telling. 

It was a 5.5 km run.  The mind suddenly found its feet.  This run may not be a worth a blog.  But it was a start, so a feat.   A run, finally done!

-The One