Mumbaikars of all shapes and sizes were out in numbers getting their health thang on. The who's who of brands ran by, designer tights decked in jewelry yakked in animated voice passed in a gaggle, and the senior brigade strode by purpsefully - all appeared focused on keeping a good burn going. I had thought I'd be amongst a few intrepid folk who chose to brave the dawn, nodding understandingly at them, as if to say "I feel your pain." Instead I was an onlooker to a world that new exactly what they were up to, and i was the only fool trying to figure out what was what.
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In case you're wondering, this is how I felt ... not how I looked |
After 3 km of running with White Beauties alongside, my left calf muscle suddenly locked up and the air whooshed out of my Kaminey balloon. I hobbled the remaining kilometer back to my chariot, with pain coursing through, and vowed never to leave sight of my trusty treadmill.
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