Speed demon

The title is misleading, in that, it gives the impression that I have probably succeeded at a VO2max workout. Far from it; its just that I wish it were true. I am still a long way off from getting back into form. However, I must admit that I did feel satisfied with my attempt at doing some marathon pace running. I had to ensure that I gave myself some recovery time in between and which eventually helped me in completing the work out.

I walked back (instead of jogging back) to where I'd parked my bike. This was so as to give myself an extended "cool down". This is essential since the sudden cool down that occurs when I ride my bike, after the run, is not good for the lingering chest cold that rears its head now and then. A hearty breakfast and some time with Bryan (who had a holiday) and Dojo is sufficient to bouy my spirits sky high. I am learning a lot about myself in this period of deep introspection and the knowledge is certainly helping me cope.

Sabbath day run

Remember to keep holy the Sabbath day, says the bible. While, I could not make time for the church, I had to commune with nature and experience holiness thru' it. And so it was a Sunday morning, 5:30am, Western Express Highway, nary a soul, cruising speed on my Bullet, 55 kmph...gudugudugudugudu, scent of rain and the buzz from the caffeine in my morning cuppa. It does not take too much to feel happy.

I parked my Bike and began my run at national park. It was cool and I could smell the rain. I looked around and my heart sang paens about the beauty in nature; the glistening raindrops on green foliage, earthy odours, tiny rivulets, gushing torrents where hitherto there was a dry river bed, winding mud paths, walkers conversing while attempting a brisk pace and my own breath coming in gentle rhythms. I finished my run subtantially dehydrated and low on blood sugar but what the heck, the bike ride back home would be a thrill. I stopped at a nimbu sodawalla and guzzled a glass full and felt my parched throat easing up. Now for a plate of double half-fry eggs and toast and then to the ritual of a fortnightly bath for Dojo.