“Every morning in Africa a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the lion or it will not survive. Every morning a lion wakes up and it knows it must run faster than the slowest gazelle or it will starve. It doesn’t matter if you are the lion or the gazelle, when the sun comes up, you better be running.”
(at some place credited to Maurice Greene..at other to anon). (Though there are better running quotes, I like this one..because it is not about running ..he he. )
Time has come to make a mention of one of the things I mentioned in an earlier post
And there were a couple of important things(1,2,3) which I will write in separate posts sometime later.
So I have been jogging on and off since October 2007 ..discontinued till January..again ran till March ..again became irregular. I had a target of running marathon – or rather wish, not a goal… So much off-hand wish that I did not even know the distance covered in a marathon and how much I was running. On first week of May 2008, I realized some marathon is just 20 days away..and I realized I need more than a month practice to hit those kilometers.
And, in addition, I sprained my knee during badminton games. Badly. The knee which was quite badly sprained many times all these years, cried more this time. Many visits to doctors happened. 2 of 3 suggesting an operation which I do not want to undergo – no matter how safe and how required it is. May be foolish stubbornness, but thats how I am.
In between again I became little serious about running. Now, I calculated the distance I ran continuously – as against my walk-jog or walk routine. I ran out of breath in 2kms. What?! Yes, 2 kms.
May had gone behind..next I remembered there was one in November.
All this while I ‘thought’ marathon would be just 10-15 kms & full to be around 21kms..I found out full marathon is 26 miles and half would still be 13 miles – that is around 21kms. 10 times the distance I ran out of breath !!
It seemed unsurmountable. Then was the wake up time, to do lot of research..also does not make sense to keep a target too high and feel bad not having reached it. My rough goal was to run a marathon in 2008..without knowing what distance. Ha ha. And now I also have to keep my knee in mind.
Now the same 2km after which I had ran out of breath, looked too small against what I needed to achieve. So, in a way, it is just a mental block and proper motivation or direction. However, I reduced my target to do just a 10km continuous before year end. That seemed gettable.
From 2km,increased to 3 in a week. 5km in another week. 8km next and a few days later 10km. Yeah, it felt good. Great. Now with 10km under me, I wanted to go higher..but knee.
But still, it was a very good feeling to start with 2km and increase upto 10km in a month’s time !!
[Long time ago, our lunch time conversation were usually one pal talking about his number of his jogging rounds..so much pissed off I was with his repeated talk about jogging that we named him jagger. But now I was exactly doing the same..boasting to anyone whom I met explaining my running and its progress – surely giving a complex to them. Haha, first time in my life I enjoyed my ego and was happy about it. All because, in a way, it was giving back to them who had earlier made fun of me. He he.]
Thankfully, he didn’t insist on operation, there by making me feel vindicated about my judgment/preference. But he also cautioned against running too much without strength/workout exercises.
Bought running shoes, most expensive ones I ever invested in.
Just around the corner was Ultra and I despite wanting to participate, felt low on confidence to run 21. But after reading through the experiences, I felt I really missed something. I could have ran at least one lap of 13 kms.
Next one was Bangalore Midnight marathon around Dec 13..thought of giving it a try half-heartedly.. but had very less practise..luckily the marathon got postponed and got scheduled to Jan 10th…now I decided to give it a try no matter what.I regularly ran around 30-40kms per week with exercise and rest days included in the week.
I once touched 15km – around 100 minutes of running. And felt satisfied. And bored. Bored of running alone. Bored of not listening to music or something like that.(I dont listen to music for some lame reason) Bored of running circles in the same ground,same surrounding looks. ( I just stuck to my previous running ground/field so that I know the distance properly). Even though I had fuel for few more, I just stopped after 15km.
Now I was skeptical about my ability to run the full distance..and hence asked on runnersforlife google group whether I could walk half the distance. Just to make sure I am not odd man out.
And finally, on Jan 10th, I ran midnight marathon. I waited to finish something before posting about my good adventure so far.
So I ran. I completed. More about it in next post.(I know half-marathon is NO big deal…see below).
Dick and Rick Hoyt are a father-and-son team from Massachusetts who together compete just about continuously in marathon races. And if they’re not in a marathon they are in a triathlon — that daunting, almost superhuman, combination of 26.2 miles of running, 112 miles of bicycling, and 2.4 miles of swimming. Together they have climbed mountains, and once trekked 3,735 miles across America.
It’s a remarkable record of exertion — all the more so when you consider that Rick can’t walk or talk.
For the past twenty five years or more Dick, who is 65, has pushed and pulled his son across the country and over hundreds of finish lines. When Dick runs, Rick is in a wheelchair that Dick is pushing. When Dick cycles, Rick is in the seat-pod from his wheelchair, attached to the front of the bike. When Dick swims, Rick is in a small but heavy, firmly stabilized boat being pulled by Dick.
There have been may struggles along the way beyond the heart attack that Dick suffered. Dick had to have knee surgery when he twisted it initially in a race and again while trying to evacuate Rick when a hotel fire alarm went off. A tree went through the roof of Dick’s house and within a few short months Rick’s van broke down (the chair lift broke).
Ps: My resolution of not being verbose just gone to wind ? No time..this is single-write, no proof read, no edit..hell not even spell check.