Ever since I opted to work with the Nike Run Club, I have been doing an increasingly complex juggling act with my workouts. Like it is always stated: you have to give something else up if you want to add something to an already tight schedule. The guy that has suffered (and I feel awful about it) is Bryan. I have stopped dropping him at the bus-stop since the last one month and poor Minoti, who sleeps the latest, gets dressed to do this chore.
Bryan is now an adolescent at 14 yrs of age and I have spent the last 11 yrs waking up and helping him get ready for school. He acts grown up now and does not absolutely need me to drop him at the bus-stop but I do feel he misses this. And so, today I ditched my workout and spent time making his favorite protein drink and dropping him on the "bullet". He felt nice about it and I could see it in his eyes. I again felt a sense of melancholy as I was consumed with nostalgia at the times I spent with him during his growing phase. I think that my repeated bouts of melancholy are due to the fact that I miss these aspects of being the father that I have been to Bryan.
I went to Aarey and rehearsed the warm-up that I have sequenced for the Nike Run Club. I was interrupted by Rajesh, who has just completed the 50K Bangalore Ultra, for some guidance on how much recovery time he should be taking. I wound up my workout with a quick round of strength and flexibility before returning home. On the way out of Aarey, I saw that one of the dogs that was bitten on its neck, had died. I drifted into a pensive mood again as I recalled my intense love for strays. I truly appreciate the efforts that Rajeshwari does to take care of them. I support the effort financially and feel nice about it. I think I will go to church today - I miss the quiet moments at "Holy Name Cathedral".
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