Best of all, it was a good run. I didn’t have any of my usual
performance anxiety symptoms, mostly because I made sure that I didn’t
plan or think about the run. I’d just get up late, hurry and reach the
place, just wait to run and hope everything goes well.
I’m thankful that it worked out exactly to a T and it was a good run.
A really feel-good steady-pace run.
There were people running for their charities, people running for fun,
people running in costumes, and even people running out of curiosity.
I was running to fight against my off-late tendency to give up easily.
On a different note, I must appreciate how well-organized the entire
event was. After the run, they gave everyone bun and biscuits. It may
not mean much in a normal situation, but after a run, it’s really
important and I was thankful they had thought to this level of detail.
After I came out of the Kanteerava stadium (the start and end point of
the run), I bumped into an old school mate after a really long time.
He looked at me and asked:
Him: Oh so you came for the run?
Him: So you completed?
Him: (has the ‘not bad’ look) So how long did you take?
Me: 70 min.
Him: Oh. (face expression changes) I took 90 min. Okay. cya later.
So next time, don’t underestimate that fat people can’t run.
Running is the greatest metaphor for life, because you get out of it
what you put into it.
— Oprah Winfrey