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.
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
Well, a runner does not give excuses. So it did not happen. Period.
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| A run done! |
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
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