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.

Marathon Practise Session 1

So i jogged, went something like jog (30 seconds), catch breath (2 minutes), jog (35 seconds), catch breath (2 minutes), jog catch breath, catch breath.

It wasnt the nicest thing, i felt like an elephant, trying to do balle with silk ribbons on my toes, trying to do the impossible. And worse is people can jog so freely! So many morning joggers ! Joging away like its the simpleset thing in the world.

And there is me huffing, puffing, chugging, like an old train.

Well the good thing about the marathon is (ya there is a good thing ! imagine that ! ) that my dear friend Dorin has agreed to keep me company and chugg along with me.

The sweetheart that he is, any little time that he gets from his busy life he finds time to jog, i am proud of him.

The only thing that is bothering me is my massive massive breathing! I am grasping for air like a fish out of water. It amazes me how out of shape i am.

Anyway i have an evening jog to go to.

The Hutch Delhi Half Marathon

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 ).

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 …