Yawn… That’s the mood on a Monday morning. Most believe that there is a bit of Garfield in all of us…
I beg to differ…
I firmly believe that Garfield has a lot of me in him.
Jokes apart. Today was going to be the day I was to begin training for the event I look forward to every year, year after year, The Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon.
The first thing to be done was to get my running shoes ready for the training. That’s done.
Getting running gear in place. That’s pretty much done too.
Now comes the toughest part. The start! This did not happen and hence the earlier metaphor.
Never before has any race appeared as much of an uphill task as this one. In fact, this is the first time that my mind is filled with a lot of apprehension.
Partly due to the mental hang over of the injury.
Partly due to the slight feeling that my knee will give way again.
Partly due to the feeling that incase of a niggle I may not be able to get myself to let go and drop out of a race knowing myself, and might eventually land up with another severe break-down, I feel scared this time. Really scared!
Never earlier has any competition been such a physical challenge as this one is.
As I write, my mind races back to the Delhi half marathon 2007. An ideal setting for a good race with me at my unprepared worst causing an injury that put me out of action for over eight months. To be honest to myself, the pain is no longer there but whether the doctors have been able to nip the problem from the bud, I have my own doubts.
A good opportunity for me to test whether I am on course will be the urban stampede at Bangalore on the 10th August which is a 20km long relay which I plan to run by myself. If I am able to complete it gracefully, should be very encouraging.
Until then…
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