Dec. 23, 2018
Few months back I was about to run my first baby marathon – just 3 kilometers, and before that I was saying to my cousin – next I will be running 21 kms.
When I started running for 3 kilometers…midway I realized running is not so easy and by the time I finished the race I was sure I would be running for 3 kilometers only in next marathon.
So true to my word…I ran 3 kilometers at Forum Purple run on Sept. 30….and then 5 kilometers at J. K. Swaccha Ability run on Oct. 10.
Now what next? Of course I was going for 11 kms. But Sensei – My guru and karate teacher…asked my why not 21 kms?
So I simply registered for 21 kms.
A day before the race…I was a bit nervous and very excited about the medal I would be winning soon.
It was a very chilly morning and after warm up I was all set to go.
Little did I know what was about to come. We started from Rajeev Gandhi park and we had to go to Moti Mangri then return to Rajeev Gandhi park and if that was not enough…we had to repeat the process twice.
For once it was manageable and fun…but twice….I had no idea it would be so exhausting.
The first round was easy and I finished the 11 kms easily. The problem began when my legs were screaming for rest during the second round.
Near Fateh Sagar the breakfast stalls were being put up and the hot kachoris and their heavenly smell was way too tempting. Only I know what kind of self control was required for not stopping midway and keep running. I knew that a stall near Moti Mangri would be giving bananas. So somehow I managed to run slowly and steadily till 15 kms but then I could take it no more and as soon as a volunteer came towards me with bananas, I grabbed a couple and then another came with oranges, Dear God…I just couldn’t thank him enough…I kept walking savoring the delicious fruits.
Soon I realized my stomach was full and I could barely run anymore….at that moment I realized that eating in between was a huge mistake.
I was feeling like the rabbit who started resting and all the tortoises started getting ahead of me. For a moment I didn’t really care but I was not giving my best. Lesson learnt.
I kept going, walking and running until I could see the finish line. I was expecting a huge crowd waving and cheering for me, welcoming me, but the truth was, I met few guys leaving the place with their certificates and medals, the welcoming gate had no one to welcome and the breakfast was finished.
My legs were paining like anything. I collected the beautiful medal, my certificate and came back home with infinite pain and happiness.
But suddenly I was feeling hungry again so I turned my vehicle back to JMB, ordered a plate of Khaman, Kachori, Fafda and papdi and ate it all with ease. It was cold but only a hungry stomach can find it tasty.
No matter what, the only thing I will remember the taste of those delicious bananas and oranges forever.
Thank you Mewar Group for organizing such a wonderful marathon on the shore of the serene lake Fateh Sagar. It was one of a kind marathon.