Friday, November 28, 2014

Hell Yeah, I am a Runner...

A lot of people asked me after my half marathon about my passion for running.
Why is it important for me. "Why put your body through so much of pain for a medal."
I don't think I have fitting replies for these questions but I will try.

Initially it was about losing weight. I always wanted to be skinny - I liked my skinny look better. I think that's the reason why I started running back in 2006. It wasn't about being fit.
Like all first timers I was a cardio bunny too. The feeling of being tired after a workout was amazing. The comfort of guilt free eating was quite tempting. My ideology changed when I met MG. He was instrumental in steering my focus to being "fit" from being skinny.

Somewhere down the line it turned in to passion. I am not sure why it is important for me to run. I am not sure why it matters so much. It is intense, illogical and totally irrational. I think we need such irrationality in our lives to feel normal. It is different for everyone and it is all about running for me.

I am just that stupid kid who thinks running is the solution to all my problem. To be honest, most days it is.

I enjoy every moment of movement. Every inch that I cover matters. Every second that I shave off from my time matters. It all matters.
Somewhere deep within I want to create a legacy. As I grow older I keep thinking about what am I leaving behind. Most days my actions are guided with that thought in mind. I am dealing with a phase where I keep questioning my existence and after life.
I want running to be a cult. I want everyone to run to connect with their thoughts. The way I have been doing for all this while. I want them to enjoy the calm and satisfaction.

Yesterday at work all the names of half marathoners were published with their timings and sent to the entire organization. My time was mentioned wrongly and it really annoyed me.
I chased the sender to get it corrected. Someone asked me why I was so particular about my race timings.. When you dream about something every waking minute that it becomes the most important thing. It matters. When you fight the odds. When you prove most of them wrong. When you defy the logic and science. Well when you are the oddball it matters. It does, big time.

I hope you understand my irrationality..
Ciao..
... For Life

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