I am going to record this for the simple reason that i tend to give up easily. And not just easily but very easily, one of my very bad habits (ya there are more :D).

The Delhi half marathon is a one day event organised by Hutch, going to take place on the 28th of October, it requires jogging/ running for about 22 kilometers on the roads of Delhi. Last year about 25,000 people participated, with a prize money of USD 150,000 up for grabs and top athletes participating, it is a a serious event. Not for the weak hearted.

So to start with, I checked up as to how much is 22 kilometers?

Well when you sit in an AC car, listen to some FM and dodge a bit of traffic, traveling at about a 60-70 kilometers per hour in your Honda Accord, then it takes about an hour plus minus 10-15 minutes depending on the traffic.

With that logic, minus the car, ten times the heat, no FM and my slob speed, jogging for 22 kilometers is going to be a herculean task.

Will probably take about 5-6 hours, if i don’t collapse after running for about 20 minutes.

Okay lets analyze really how bad is this:-
1. I am a true blue slob machine, okay let me be honest here a pampered slob machine.
If there is a place to go to which might require 15 minutes of brisk walking and 20 minutes of driving in the comforts of your car, then i shall pick the latter no hiccups at all!

2. Also i dont jog i brisk walk ! Like most Indians.

So here i am out of shape, cant jog, slob fat ass, trying to run the marathon which is on the 28th of October 2007, 30 plus days to go.

Will i make it ? Damn. My legs are already hurting in anticipation.

Lets picture it … … … … … 28th October 2007, the Delhi sun shining gloriously … … … …

People running, some dropping on the roads out of sheer exhaustion, some still running … … … and me running (not the Baywatch kinds!)… in my pink shorts and black tee

My muscles crying out for rest. Each cell in my body thirsting for me to stop, but here i am a true heroine, running. The sun harsh and unforgiving shining away in all its glory and me running, (picture me in slow motion) huffing and puffing, but not giving up, a relentless march to victory.

A flip of my pony tail and i wave to the crowd that is waiting in the sidelines, urging me on, crying out my name followed by chants of Go! Go! Go! Go!

And me neck to neck with this dude who is last years winner, he is sweating, he looks at me sideways and sees my determined face and he knows he can’t beat that. He has given up.

Zipping past the man i race up to that ribbon and wohooooo victory !!!!

Oh Well …