Marathon is
a popular sport, even a habit, for many. The few runs I’ve done earlier, much
earlier – 5K, 10K, did show me that that is not a sport I’m going to enjoy
much, leave alone making a habit.
There is
this wisdom someone gave me quite some time ago that running on concrete/
asphalted surface is not good for the knees and running is best done on natural
surface – clay/ mud, even sand, if you can do it. Given my life as a total
urbanite with no rural living to show but only visits, the wisdom was deemed
powerful enough to help my innate lazy self to decide that I need to protect my
knees for old age and hence no running on concrete/ asphalt, effectively no
running/ jogging. Of course, running is
mainstream activity today, marathoners are no rarity. Story of an aspiring
marathoner in the later part of life would not exactly be a thriller. Given
that, this narrative is not for the runners/ marathoners. I can understand
if any such reader stops here and exits.
But there is
also the other memory – while just out of school into pre-university, I found a
long distance running competition about to start in the locality and joined up
instinctively, never mind that I didn’t even have any shoes on, just rubber
chappals. That I ended up coming second
and got a prize was a high that has stayed in the RAM within the top ever
since. I can’t even remember the distance, must have been 5km or so. The bit in
the RAM has also included a suffix that I can run long distance, note the ‘can’.
Hence the occasional shorter runs have happened. But watching several
colleagues/ friends doing marathons, having a friend who is a celebrity
marathoner having done more than 60 marathons (!!!!) did leave a growing thought
in the mind to do a marathon at least once. That’s how it got on to the bucket
list years ago. Two registrations to join a full marathon and a half marathon
in the last 5 years remained just that – registered but no show. Travel on work
was the reason, but the heart knew there was more - it was a hesitation – as an
irregular walker and trekker, can I complete it? Worse, will I end up with
problems in my knees? I can understand if any runner has reached this far and
is laughing.
But the bug
wouldn’t get off the mind and has only
grown active – what with age catching up and – even fancied term for that –
FOMO. So, two months ago, I did register for a half marathon with a colleague
and his newly wedded wife. Plans were laid out – minimum 5 days’ walking at
least 6 km, at least 2 km of those running. All that I managed in these two
months was average a day’s walk, 5 days’ yoga and occasional trudge up the 17
floors to my bachelor pad, in a week. The climbing stopped on the wife’s strict
instructions, again the knees. With that kind of preparation, I did go to the
half marathon at Delhi today. The strategy was – somehow complete it,
preferably within 3.5 hours, the timeline organisers set for tracking and
hence, no medal if timeline is breached.
Here are
some pointers during the run and hours
thereafter.
· The wife suggested having a drink of
the protein shake she has armed me with, I indeed did ( not that I could
ignore) before leaving home. Oh boy! Did that help – like magic. Running half a
km while during walks was an effort, and today in the morning after start,
continuing to jog up 7 km with only a wash room break, gave me a high that
could only be felt!
· Second strategy was - carry a litre’s
flask of energy drink – a pouch from the goody bag helped realise that. Having
started opening this only after 7th km, there was still about 100 ml
left in the flask in the end! This, of course, did not make me run the rest of
all the 14 kms. It still kept me jogging till 18th km, a miracle to
a no- preparation athlete!
· A cousin suggested that having a few
caffeinated sugar chewing gums/ candies would keep me going, each a km or more!
I did have a box of them. I am very happy to report to my dear cousin that I
did not have to open the pack at all.
· Boredom is the biggest challenge.
While walking too, its difficult for me to keep going beyond 30 minutes and
inertia takes over. 21.1 km over certainly more than 3.5 hours would be the
biggest challenge! Treks do take much longer, but you get to stop , enjoy the
scene around, take pics, chat up with fellow trekkers and move on. A friend’s
suggestion was - find a fellow runner with similar speed and pace with him. I
did try – about a km together is all I managed with a young man before I
stopped for a drink and never caught up with him again. Another young lady was
in the vicinity for about 5 km. I can report to my friend that pacing may have
happened only for me – there was no indication I did for her! Much as I wish, I’m
unable to report any signs of recognition at all from this pacer I adopted.
· Another strategy for the same
challenge of boredom helped – chant a well known hymn that would take about 30
minutes and beyond that listen to Bhagavadgeeta rendered by Vidyabhushana Swami
in a continuous track. I knew the track ran for 2.5 hours. This was a very
important factor that kept me going all through to the end, grateful respects
to Swamiji. At around 12th km, a goal formed in the mind – see the
finish line before Swamiji finishes the 18th chapter. Well, he had
started the 18th chapter when the finish line was crossed.
· The track was beautiful, well planned
and the best of New Delhi was on show – Lodi Gardens, all the swanky new
Bhawans, the old Vigyan Bhawan, the Raj Path, sorry Kartavya Path, India Gate, Subhash Bose in stone under the Chabutra,
National War Memorial, and huge leafy bungalows of the powers that be in the Sarkar,
Fauj and judiciary in the cool morning as the sun came up.
· Also happy to report to NDMC that
nothing on me or anything picked up from outside was left on the track, except
probably a few drops of sweat. A 250ml bottle picked up at a water station
around the 12th km, joined rest of trash in my bin at home.
· Legs started complaining from 15th
km and cartilage on the left knee started complaining, as it has regularly been
since more than 7 years on all treks. Consequently, the pace slacked. The later
parts were made endurable by the 5K/2K runners joining in and running away –
after all, bulk of fellow half-marathoners had long pulled away ahead.
· The complaints grew louder and after
crossing 18th km, the legs would barely jog, forget running. My time had
dropped from around 7 minutes in the first 4 km to around 9 minutes after the 10th
km.
· The last 3 km were walked through –
any attempt to jog was resolutely resisted by the legs.
· A small but important goal was
forming in the mind after crossing the 19th km – run the last 100 mtrs to the
finish line of the 21.2 km. The legs would have none of it – just couldn’t get
the legs to jog those last 100 mtrs! I knew I had taken them to the limit with
a big stretch.
· I do wish I could stop here with a
self-congratulation, now that finish line was crossed before it was removed,
the half marathon medal collected, photographed, nashta box collected, and
report that I happily went home feeling on top of the world. It was not to be.
· While limping through to the exit in
National Stadium, dizziness hit me, I hadn’t felt dizzy since at the time of typhoid
and relapse, while at college! The mind was blank, may be for about 3 – 4 minutes,
it certainly wasn’t working, the body seemed imbalanced, about to crash down,
barely reaching a concrete slab left on the side of the road by CPWD
contractors to put the hand on.
· Following 20 minutes till I got into
a cab were quite dramatic by my standard – no place to sit, barely able to
stand, booking cabs but unable to reach them (2 cabbies left as I couldn’t
reach them), thirsty as never before but no water having emptied the flask,
finding a young man offering Chas (beaten curds) from his stock, he also finding
a folding stool for me to sit beside the road and helping me into the cab. I
haven’t felt so thankful and grateful to someone for a long time as much as I
did to this young man who also did the 10K run.
· The legs and the sides that had been
protesting till I reached home, exploded in anger as soon as I got in and
flopped on to the bed hoping to relax and take a nap. On the back, on the
stomach, on the sides, , knees bent, knees straight, one knee bent, sit up, try
to walk – no position would the legs let me be without cramping. They were bent
on taking their toll and more for the trouble I put them to, today.
· After a small protein drink and much more
water, the anger subsided a bit, I might even have dozed off. But it wasn’t
more than 30 minutes before the legs started cramping up again – the same
sequence earlier repeated.
· It was only after about 3 hours that
the legs and muscles o the sides and back themselves got tired and slowly
settled down in sullenness as their anger dissipated. Everything passes – a lesson
I was reminded of again.


