Sunday, May 23, 2010

Running Kaminey Ishtyle

After 3 months of wearing down our building treadmill, it is time to air out my sea legs, and run with the people. I woke up at 6:00 am to the great amusement of Subs, and headed for the Turf Club. To say I was unprepared for the sea of activity that awaited, would be like saying Tiger had an indiscretion. I was gobsmacked!!

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. 

In case you're wondering, this is how I felt ... not how I looked
Trepidation notwithstanding, I got going at a gentle pace and soon fell into a rhythm. The course is all of 2.2.K, and so after the initial going, the runners certainly thin out, allowing me to reflect and soak it in. So tranquil, so serene. My reverie was broken by the clatter of hooves, and I turned to see 4 horses tearing up the track alongside me. In spite of my ambling pace,  imagery of running Kaminey ishtyle flashed through my head.

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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