Category Archives: Running

A fine line between pleasure and pain

And if you feel these while NOT exercising, then you're up the shit-creek without a paddle!

And if you feel these while NOT exercising, then you’re up the shit-creek without a paddle!

I hardly ever get sick.

It is a trait that I am very proud of, and also a curse that makes me irrationally intolerant of people who fall ill frequently. And they have been dropping like flies all around me this winter flu season in Sydney, one of the worst in recent memory. Everywhere I turned, there were people coughing in my face, sniffling around my space or sneezing all over the place. And that’s just at home! Dealing with sick people at work and in the public? Forgetaboutit!!! Continue reading

Confession of a slack runner

What can a slack runner say in response to that?

What can a slack runner say in response to that?

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a whole month since my last run.

Go on, my son.

For some reason, I have a real bad case of the guilt. Which is funny, because I have never promised to run for anyone, nor does my lack of running adversely impact anyone.

But I take it you run for yourself. Perhaps that explains the feeling of guilt, my son … that somehow you are letting yourself down. That’s perfectly understandable, especially given how much energy your have expended into this particular hobby in recent years. Continue reading

Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional

Which one?

Which one?

2 weeks ago, I ran a half marathon.

I finished in 98 minutes, more than 5 minutes off my Personal Best.

I had mixed emotions at the end of the race.

On the one hand, I was satisfied with the run, especially after the confidence-sapping efforts of my last race – a marathon in which I walked the last 6-7 km due to severe cramping. Continue reading

Cramping my style

The only time a man 'moons' without trying to be funny!

The only time a man ‘moons’ without trying to be funny!

It has been  four days of deep soul-searching, a humbling exercise precipitated by an extremely disappointing marathon performance last Sunday.

The extent of the soul-searching has been such that, at times, I even began to question whether I’m physically and/or mentally cut out for this human torture that is called the marathon.

The only consolation from the race is that I crossed the finsh line … barely. While the official time of 4 hours and 33 minutes was some 44 minutes outside my Personal Best, at least it was an improvement on my last shameful DNF effort over the distance.

Nevertheless, I feel like such a failure.

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Nano reminiscing

My iPod Nano died recently.

It passed away peacefully in its sleep – one from which it could not be awaken, despite much frantic efforts to resuscitate through charging, syncing and cajoling.

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