Gasping for breath

i have been jogging for a while now (about … three times a week)

And not only do i feel like the heaviest thing on the planet but also one of those engines that have become old with age and just take ages to start and sputter and stutter endlessly

This marathon thing is really getting a bit annoying, i think it was today that i was jogging when i heard some kids, who i had just passed on my morning jog,  giggling uncontrollably behind my back.

Ya they could be giggling at anything but it could also be me!  

Not that i care, but i can totally imagine what an absolutely funny sight i am. A fat ”aunty” (anybody who is not a PYT for most delhites) in her white tee and black pants , gasping for air, sweating uncontrollably, dragging her feet,  jogging and stopping at an interval of 60 seconds ( i could have said one minute, but that just sounds pathetic), trying to catch up with the early morning joggers, does not paint a very pretty picture.

But hey ! i am not giving up that easy.

Did i mention my jogging partner? The only purpose he was supposed to serve was that of being equally slobby and lazy like me, but i guess they don’t make people like that anymore

So Mr jogging partner who is also a very sweet, green eyed, Romanian blonde, the kinds that girls usually swoon over, is also a yoga practitioner and jogs quite regularly (this i obviously got to know very recently)

So i had asked Mr Romanian here to jog along, cause i thought i would need some one to carry me after i have collapsed and he would be my partner in crime in terms of the fact that, i won’t jog and so won’t he and we will just sit there enjoying the view

But Mr Romanian blonde, turned out to be a fabulous jogger and also a very sweet and patient partner

I would say sweet for the simple reason that i seriously have these gasping for breath situations quite often and Mr Romanian does not even hint a smile or a smirk.

I really have to give it to this guy, he jogs with me patiently and takes my absolutely unhealthy existence very coolly and does not shout out - ” You are pathetic”.

Also he makes me do these stretching sessions before the jog…. sho sweet !!

Thank god i have Mr Romanian blonde, keeping me company, orelse i would have given up way earlier in this jogging war

Thank god for green eyed, Romanian joggers! God bless their sweet soul.