I woke up at 3:45am because of an urgent desire to visit the washroom and being the insomniac that I am, I couldn't go back to sleep. I lay on my bed with the usual storm of thoughts whizzing thru' my mind. I felt low for no apparent reason and then I felt a wave of happiness wash over me as I thought of Bryan. I was scheduled to do some speedwork this morning but then I decided in the wee hours of the morn that I would skip this and instead drop Bryan to the bus-stop.
My world was at peace and I sank into a slumber only to be woken up by Bryan, who was pleasantly surprised to see me. He hates walking the 300m uphill to the bus-stop, half asleep and having to trudge with his heavy school bag. I shot out of bed and into the kitchen and with my years of experience in multi-tasking, prepared his chocolate drink, my own cuppa java and packed him some cheese sandwiches. I then rushed to do my daily ablutions and pull on my running shoes.
It was a cloudy and rainy day with an incessant drizzle as I stepped into the Aarey forest. I managed an easy 7K which, due to my inadequate sleep, made me pant a wee bit when I ended the run. I made a silent list of the things I needed to do at office based on the thoughts that had troubled me last night. My legs are still sore from the 20 miler I had done on Sunday, running from Goregaon to Nariman Point. Most people shake their heads in disbelief, wondering why in God' name do I wake up at dawn on a Sunday morning to flog myself:-) They do not understand the deep sense of accomplishment in running 20 miles and earning the right to enjoy a single malt while watching the rain drench the earth:-) Simple and small pleasures.
