Laid Low by the Flu

It's been two days, since I've been stuck carrying a bad case of the flu, and suddenly all does not feel well with Team Chariot. Alternating fevers and sneezing bouts, have sapped some of the energy to run, and I'm feeling like pretty worn down. At first I figured it would just run it's course, but I'm starting to worry that I'm no going to be able to just shake-it-off!!

I have managed to get in a 15K run last Sunday (alright not necessarily run, more like a run-walk-run-walk ...), but I'm now reasonably confident of finishing the 21K, and the last thing I need is a spanner in the works.

My docs put me on the usual cocktails of antibiotics, rest, soup n steam, and I've got my fingers crossed that this won't impact the outcome any. Crap ... this would be the cruelest cut of all.

I Surprise Myself - Pentathlon Gold

I must say through all this running, I haven't forgotten that I once had some sporting pretensions ... and although I gave up on any hopes of sporting glory man, one can forclose, but one never forgets.

And so it is with much pride and joy that I lifted the Bombay Gym Pentathlon trophy played across football, tennis, squash, badminton, sprint, snooker and swimming (each competitor drops one resulting in a best of 5 situation).

The fineprint is that I won in the 35 to 40 age group, but I was feeling good to dominate across groups (since I didn't have to we'll never know if I would have :-)

Mary Kom was a the awards ceremony, and I was itching to get the award from her. Classy lady who lets her hands do the talking - unf she tired after the first few, and the honors were handed out by some honcho from Tata Housing. No matter, I got my 5 secs in the sun!!

I Retire the Treadmill

I will never be running on the treadmill. Just for kicks (I was actually too lazy to drive down to the race course), I figured I'd get in a quick run on the building treadmill. First off, it wasn't quick ... it was interminable. Second off, after running outdoors the treadmill just doesn't cut it for sheer joy and diversity. And finally, my feet have become accustomed to following their own pacemaker. It's near impossible to rein them in and have them run at precisely 9.3 Km / hr.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
And threw my treadmill in.