Category Archives: 2014

“2014” The Year that was!!!

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Two Days from now we will be celebrating the New Year!! Who knew 2014 would fly at the speed of light, it just feels like yesterday and now all of us are gearing up for 2015.

My last post was a couple of months back. Why??!! Well, whenever I write down a post it comes from within, its honest and its what I feel. I don’t like writing a post for the heck of it. So I thought why write one because I have to write one. I started writing this post sometime around last week and have been editing it since then.

What was 2014 for me. Well right from the
second the calendar changed numbers to 2014, my life has been revolving like a roller coaster ride non-stop. The year has been a mix of all kinds, some good, some not so good, some life-changing experiences, some lessons to carry back and learn within. I’ve always said a mundane life is boring, I love challenges but this year there were times when I wished and said to myself I wish life was plain simple sometimes. But then again, what fun in playing a puzzle without any hardships. No thrill to the experience right!!

When it rains heavily, it pours nonstop and you wish for it to stop after a certain point of time.
Little over a month back, I just sat down for a couple of minutes and hoped to have to do nothing for at least 5minutes. I know 5 minutes, you might be thinking I’m crazy. But at that point 5minutes also seemed like “luxury”. Thats how hectic, crazy life has been. I wouldn’t have wanted it otherwise, I cant sit still for a minute but this was the peaks. I wanted a break.

No matter who tries to advice you on life or impart a little gyaan on life learning lessons, we won’t understand a thing till we face it on our own. This entire year has been a learning experience be it personally or professionally. Life is all about choices. We have the choice to live it to the best everyday inspite of hurdles thrown along the path or we have the choice to just sit and crib about it.

But I also realised one thing in this whole process, in this mad rush I forgot to give myself my “ME” time. Being busy and making no time for yourself in between the madness is not a perfect formula. It will drive you insane and at one point I began to loose my sanity. There were many times when I felt like being on a deserted island disconnected from the entire world. How awesome would that be huh, no calls to answer, no emails to respond to and the list is endless. If theres’s one thing I want to change in 2015 is to make time for myself. Take a day off from my schedule and do something I love doing the most. Fair deal!

I’ve always looked forward to December but this time it’s been one emotional taxing month and I can’t wait for it to end. Success and failures are a part of our very existence, what we make of it is what sets us apart. We have to find our way back no matter what. But I am thankful for the year that has gone by, its been another lesson in making, take the good cherish on it and learn from the bad.

So what does 2015 have in store. I don’t know, I have never believed in planning ahead. But what I do know is whatever I do I will do it with all my heart and soul. Life is a beautiful experience, I fail to connect with people who complain about life all the time. Look at the brighter side, something good will come out eventually. Do something you love doing, something worthy. If at all you fail, tell yourself it’s okay and I will try again till I get it right! You will eventually. I know 2015 is going to be a kickass year for me in every way. Bring it on baby!!

I am off to one of my favourite places Goa to ring in the New Years. Hope you all have a wonderful New Year with all your loved ones. Be safe and may the New Year be even more spectacular than the year that has gone by. Connect with you in the New Year!!! Adios Amigos!!

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I Put on My Running Shoes and Just Ran!!!!!

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The night before something big is usually mayhem. And for someone like me, I’m a bundle of nerves. People often say stay calm, but I really wonder how can one stay calm? Okay, so I was running a 10k, my first 10k can you believe that!

I ran my first 10k a week before the actual RACE day. This was to just check if I could even do a 10k. Well, to my surprise, I could actually. I did my 1st practice run in 1:27minutes. Of course, it was not continuous running I took many 1minute-walking breaks in btw, but the whole goal was to complete the distance. I was riding high on completing my 1st long run and yes I did cry. I hugged the Hubster for a good 5mins and I calmed myself down. I think running has made me emotional and I am not liking that one bit.

A day after, I started experiencing excruciating back pain. It was obvious, after being a couch potato for so many years and being active all of a sudden it would take a toll. I thought to myself two days and I’ll be fine. Over two days and the pain was still there. That was the last thing I needed before my “big day”. Somewhere in between these two days, I received a mail from the race organizers stating in BOLD that the race route would be “CHALLENGING” and “DEMANDING”. Seriously the Universe was playing with my mind just when I was feeling less confident. I started freaking out again. The pain made it even worst.

A day before the race day, I was in doubt, should I even be putting myself through this pain. Wouldn’t it be easy to back out since I had a genuine reason. But deep down I didn’t want to live with the regret of not going. I thought to myself screw the pain, I’ll just have fun. A friend had messaged me wishing me luck and said “you’re already a winner by participating”, that didn’t make any sense at all. I slept, keeping the alarm for 3am. Somewhere around 1.00am I woke up in my sleep and started freaking out that I am late. I looked at my phone and 1 seemed like 4 and I was like “shit”. I switched on the lights only to see I was hyperventilating and I still had 2 more hours to go. I finally went back to sleep again. I woke up at dot 3 and there was a sense of calmness around me. I am not a quiet person by nature, I make a lot of noise, I talk non-stop so for me to be calm was strange. Got ready, left home to pick up my other running friends from the gang. We were running late, but it felt really nice to have familiar people around you, I wouldn’t have been able to go alone in my 1st race.

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Reached the venue just 15minutes before our flag off and before I knew it, we were standing at the start line. My friends told me to take it easy, just walk if you have to. In btw, all this the Hubster was standing on the sidewalk and he gave me a wide smile and said go do it. I don’t know, but even in the tensest situations his words of assurance are enough to keep me going. One look at his face and my worries are gone. And like that, the race started, the next 2hrs would be a very challenging and fun ride I thought. Who knew what was ahead in store for me.

My strategy was simple there were 6 aid stations after every 1.5k mark. Run till every station and take a few minutes break there was my plan. I knew there would be some uphills along the route, but little did I know the entire route would have the steepest uphills ever. It was like running over an express flyover.

I started slow, I knew I had to have a decent amount of energy to be able to complete 10k. The goal was simple, complete the distance in less than 2hrs and do not give up at any cost. I was doing pretty good, strangely, I kept looking back to check if I was the last one or not, lol. Well, yeah, that would be so embarrassing for me. Out of nowhere the husband came and said “you’re doing good, stop looking back and you’re not the last so just give it your best shot”. I reached my 1st aid station and the volunteer gave me a big high-five and said “great going”. That high-five was enough energy for me to reach my next station. That’s when the real trouble started.

After around 500metres was an uphill, very steep and I thought to myself I am so screwed. I pulled myself through the uphill and reached the 2nd aid-station. Picked up water and started running again. Somewhere out of the corner, I saw another uphill and I cursed myself for even signing up in the first place. By the time I reached my 3rd aid station I was famished and I just wanted to stop. It’s so strange but I think the Universe, just didn’t want me to STOP. Every time I slowed down or tried to walk I kept getting a “ Keep going, you’re doing great” from fellow runners. Around the 6k mark, I was really tired and I just wanted to sit down. I saw my friend Nancy and she gave me a high-five and said crawl if you have to. I don’t know what was there in that statement, but all of a sudden I was feeling better and I started running again.

Running back and I came across one of the steepest uphill ever. I was out of breath and I couldn’t breathe properly. I thought to myself “I am too young to die, I haven’t even completed half the things on my wish list so I better pull myself up (I tell you, I can be such a drama queen) “. In between all this, one of the half marathoners came up to me and said you’re doing really good, just keep going. That was some reassurance and I slowly picked up from there. As much as I hated the uphills I thoroughly enjoyed the downhills. I just let go of myself and ran as fast as I could downhill. Reached the 4th aid station and I felt good as there were 2 more stations to reach. I thought to myself, I’ve come this far it’s just a matter of time I cross the finish line. To my horror came another uphill and I literally wanted to cry. Damn these uphills, its like they took over my run for the day.

Reached the 5th aid station and then the last stretch was a mud trail. It was uphill and downhill. I actually enjoyed the mud trail, but at the end of the trail I was done. I didn’t have the energy to even walk. Fellow runners passing by said “ don’t stop now you’re almost there”. And just like that I heard a huge cheer “ Go Koko, you’re almost there do not give up”. It was the Hubster. I pulled myself through and started running again. There was another 500metres to the finish line, but I was so tired that I just couldn’t push myself. A runner who had completed his run saw me struggling and said” Just one more minute to go, do not stop now just run” and I did. And like that I crossed the finish line. There were so many photographers at the finish line and the last thing I wanted was an ugly picture of mine to be snapped. I was breathless but I had this huge smile on my face. A smile, which spoke of how proud I was of myself. A smile that told me” never doubt myself again”, a smile that said “ I kicked some ass”. And no I wasn’t crying this time ☺

Now this run wouldn’t have been possible by myself. Firstly the Hubster, you have no idea what I would do if you were not around. You’ve sacrificed your fitness regime to help me with my run. You have always been my biggest support and motivation. All along the entire route you were there cheering me on, making sure I was alright. My first 10k is for you. I can’t thank you enough. My crazy family who’s always pushed me whenever I felt I cannot do something. Thanks a ton. It’s a blessing to have an amazing support system.

I have been training with this amazing group called Protons Sports. If I am even able to run today, it’s because of them. Its 99% their motivation, support and encouragement that I am able to take baby steps and reach this far. So Henna and Ankush thanks a ton, you guys are awesome and superheroes. The other friends in the group, everyone is so inspiring there is so much support always,so much of positive energy,you guys are superkewl. I’ll take a 1% credit for myself ☺ Also, I realized the entire running community are a bunch of amazing people, so much support along the way. I never felt like a newbie for a second.

Lastly, I would like to say we can cross any hurdle, be it pain, fear etc. If you have it in you and want something really bad, you will get it, with pain or without pain. There is an undying spirit in all of us that keeps us going even in the toughest of situations. My 1st 10k was super tough, but there was something that kept me going. There was some amount of stubbornness that didn’t want me to give up. This was a fight to prove to myself that I can do it. This is just the beginning and I have a long way to go.Just remember the beginning is the hardest. But there is no stopping after this. Oh, btw I completed my 10k in 1:46minutes (Apologize for the long post) ☺

My future goals, well I don’t beleive in planning ahead, I usually go with the flow. I just want to keep Running and take it one step at a time 🙂

My 1st Upcoming 10k!!!

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I know this sounds crazy, but just like that on a whim, I signed up for my 1st 10k last week. This completely proves that I was born insane. Am I ready?? Hell, NO, nowhere close. Then why did I even sign up, I seriously won’t be able to answer that as well. With just 9 days to go, all I can think of is what got into me (I just want to kick myself). Can I back out now, no way I am not a loser.

In my head, I am finding all reasons not to go, what if I feel sick and the list is endless (trust me, it’s driving me up the wall). Maybe I just need to relax and take it easy. But, I can’t, I am a bunch of nerves. I can’t even think straight, I’ve never been this scared for even my toughest examination at MED school. My kith and kin always tell me, I never take tension rather I give other’s tension. Now I know what it is to be tense!

I never knew a RUN could scare the crap out of me. I never worry about anything in life, but this 10k run is stressing me out. I’m scared and intimidated. I just want to take it as it comes and go with the flow, like I deal with every situation but that doesn’t seem to be working here.

10k, run, 10k,run, 10k,run are the words flashing in my head constantly. I just want to do a headstand to get it out of my mind.

I don’t know how I am going to fare, if I’ll even be able to complete the distance, so many questions I am unsure of at this point in time. But, I know one thing for sure, I will run with my heart. I am doing this for myself. Just a beginner out there, but everyone has to start somewhere one day, this is my start and there is no backing out(I guess so).

However I fare in my 1st 10K, I know I’ll be proud of myself. I am doing this because Running makes me content, because it’s become my passion and because it’s become my 2nd love. I am going to RUN because it’s become my “HAPPY” place now. I know it’s going to be more than “WORTH” it. Keep you posted after my run next week. Wish me luck ☺

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Talk To The Hand!!!

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If you were given a chance to jot down 3 irritating questions you’ve ever been asked or come across, what would they be?

Let me start by writing down mine!!

1. Oh, you’re married for 3 years now and still no baby?? Any fertility issues?

My Dhamakedaar reply – Seriously, if I have been married for 3 years or for 10 years, I will decide when I want to have a child or if I want to have one at all. If you’re so concerned, please go have another child yourself. And NO, I have no fertility issues, I am good to have an entire cricket team.

2. You wear no signs that show that you’re married, no sindoor, no mangalsutra and blah blah blah.

My Dhamakedaar reply – Just because I am married, I need not hold a placard saying so. My husband is cool the way I am, I am totally okay the way I am, I don’t see why you should have a problem.

3. Oh, you’re working and scanning me from top to toe.

My Dhamakedaar reply -I pay my own bills unlike you.I lead an extravagant lifestyle, so to buy my Chanel’s and Burberry’s I need to work my ass off.

These are just a few of the most craziest questions I’ve been asked over time. All I want to say is, people will always come up with insane stuff, they love to talk but I don’t care a damn. I am not living for the people, I live for myself. I absolutely have no problem with the way I live my life or my choices, so you should not be too. You have a problem just STAY AWAY.

Everyday is a Good Day when you RUN!!!

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So the past few months have been a Humpty Dumpty roller coaster ride for me. Mostly I’m a very happy and positive person but the last few months have seen a newer version of “me”. I couldn’t relate to this new ” ME” to be honest! I was acting and behaving like a truck had hit me, I was in constant fear and the list was endless.

In the meanwhile before all this drama started, I had started running in April 2014. I never ran in my life, I had an aversion towards sports in school except for basketball. So, why did I want to run now was the big question!! Well, a few months before that, I had participated in the Pinkathon breast cancer 3k run and finished it in 28.49minutes. Not bad for a starter and with no prior know-how in running. When I had registered for the run I registered mainly for the Pinkathon T-shirt (I know I’m MAD). After the run, something hit me, its like when you get addicted to dope (I don’t like relating running to dope but just to give the gist of it) and you can’t have enough of it. THAT!

I wanted to explore this craziness a lil further. I joined a running group and voila, there started my running journey. My first day of the training session and I had butterflies in my stomach. When I met the group, back of my head, I kept telling myself what have I got myself into, these guys are experienced runners and look at me. BLEH state of mind totally!

First day done, I got into the groove and was getting better. I started experiencing pain (Obviously I had been a couch potato for long enough) but I didn’t allow the discomfort to get the better of me, I just kept going. All of a sudden cuz of my Father-in-law’s illness, I had to take a break for a month. During the entire 1 month in and out of hospitals, if there was one thing I wanted badly, it was to “RUN”. I just didn’t understand this addiction yet then!

Got back home after a month and I knew I had to start from scratch. I didn’t want to start from scratch. I felt like crap. I kept questioning myself “WHY ME”. I kept telling myself, it’s the first time I’ve ever sought anything so badly, so why make me go through all this. I resumed running, but something wasn’t right. I started experiencing lots of pain, excruciating pain and I fell sick. I wanted to jump off the cliff, like seriously (Not literally, but yeah that was the feeling). I was asked to take rest for two weeks and go for a consultation.

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Now, anyone who knows me knows that I hate hospital visits. They say medical professionals are the worst patients, how true I’m a living example. I kept pushing the visit with a hope that I will be fine. But, no the pain kept increasing and I had no choice but to visit the Doc. I was literally shitting bricks. I visited two orthopedics and a sports therapist. Back of my mind, I started running versions of what the doctor might tell me “Oh, you can’t run” ““You have to take a break” “There is some problem” and the likes. The problem with medicos is we know it all and think of all the possible ailments we can surface with. Sucks to know it all in such cases. I just wanted to get done and know the end result. Thanks to my stars, everything was fine, just mild stiffness and I was given the go ahead (I think the person sitting up there, knew how desperately I wanted this and decided to be on my side, phew) I literally screamed in happiness when I walked out of the doctor’s clinic.

I got back to training and today I ran a 5k. When I started initially I was in self-doubt. I didn’t know if I was ready yet to take the leap. But I did, I completed the run and something really strange happened afterwards. I got teary eyed and was holding back tears. Lot of emotions running through my peanut size head. I hate tears and I don’t like crying. I had tears not because I was in pain, but because I was happy. Really really happy. Over the past few weeks, I had been beating myself up over not being able to run I guess I let go of all those emotions today. All these days whenever anyone expressed how happy he or she was after completing a 10k or a HM or FM, I could never relate much to it. But today I understood how its feels, why there is excitement, why there is so much happiness, why there are so many emotions running through. Till date I never had a strong answer why I love running, today I do. Running makes me happy, it brings a smile on my face, the pain the soreness bring a smile on my face, it clears my mind and I feel like a free bird. This post is dedicated to my Father-in-law. I really respect and look upto him. I was shaken up when I heard he wasn’t in the pink of health. I became really angry, because I felt he didn’t deserve to suffer. But he fought his battle like a true fighter and today I felt I fought my little battle to get back to form as well.

I’ve never been this happy, even when I graduated from college or got my 1st job. Running an addiction and it’s here to stay. These are small leaps of victory, I have miles to go, but I know I will reach there one day. I wanted to write this post because you may do a single thing many times in life, but there’s nothing like the first time, huh. From here on there is no stopping or looking back again. I am out on this beautiful journey.

I cannot end this post without mentioning this. I don’t take names on my blog for obvious reasons, but H & A, if I’ve reached this small teeny weeny milestone today it’s only because of you’ll. Respect and Gratitude. You’ll have got me hooked onto this crazy adrenaline rush called “ Running”. The group I run with are a bunch of fun, amazing people, that’s why maybe I enjoy it even more.

I train with this group called Protons Running, you can check them out on FB. They are amazing people, amazing mentors, amazing energy and infectious ☺

This quote totally defines my love for running!!

“I run because if I didn’t, I’d be sluggish and glum and spend too much time on the couch. I run to breathe the fresh air. I run to explore. I run to escape the ordinary. I run to savor the trip along the way. Life becomes a little more vibrant, a little more intense. I like that.”-Dean Karnazes

Flaunt the ring, GAME OVER!!!!

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When you sent me the invite saying “GAME OVER” I was wondering whose game is over, yours or the one marrying you (pun intended)
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You’re getting married??? Really, unbelievable!!! I still can’t get over the fact that in a few days you will be Mrs. R.

Well, actually I dread the poor guy’s situation. Imagine bearing with your nautanki for the rest of his life, phew!! Poor K may have to take marriage survival lessons to withstand your “drama”, he has no idea what he is getting himself into 😛

Jokes apart, I wish marriage gets you a Lil more sane, but I love the insane you also. You can light up even a dull moment, so Mr.K is really lucky to have you in his life (see you have your brownie points as well) 🙂

And seriously, please stop showing us your back man, like SERIOUSLY!!!! Hope you get to shake your “TOOH” at your own wedding at least 😛

Love you with all my heart and I wish you only the best out of Wedlock! A big bear size hug!

V R NOW 3!!!!!

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Let’s observe a minute of silence please, its our 3rd wedding anniversary!!! Jokes apart,3 YEARS??? WOW!!!… Everytime I look back, I feel “Not bad, we survived this long” (trust me we can drive each other up the wall). We are a crazy pack, the husband not so crazy, but I am mentally crazy for sure, like one of my bolts fell down when I was born.

Marriage is good, its the best actually and you know why because it lets you annoy just one person for the rest of your life, the one person being the husband in my case obviously. We are two imperfect pieces that fit together perfectly. Every year that passes by is a reminder for us that we are stuck to each other for the rest of our lives, bingo!!! It’s an applaud on our backs how we’ve tolerated each other this long. Sometimes I wonder how you put up with me and then it hits me that I put up with you too, so we’re even!!! On a serious note, we are “AWESOME”.
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Happy Wedding Anniversary A, here’s to another year of insanity and mentalness, I look forward to another 365 days of annoying you to the T. Love You! You’re the Best!!!

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Running Day 7 – The Road Ahead!

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Yesterday I was telling my younger brother, I may not attend the wedding of a close friend. He asked me why, I said I have my Running Training going on and I don’t want to skip it. His eyes popped out. My younger brother has been pushing me for god knows how many years to get fit and watch myself. I kept telling him, yeah you’ll see the transformation in the next 6 months, blah, blah, blah which of-course never happened. So yesterday, for a couple of minutes he acted like a storm had hit us. His reaction was really??? I said “yeah” I am serious.

So todays training was a 3k run along with a swim. I was happy today cuz I was able to run a lil extra than yesterday. It’s a small achievement, but small steps lead you to bigger ones right! Being Monday, I was thinking what the week ahead will lie in front of me. After reaching work due to reasons best known to me I was frustrated. I decided to take a post lunch off and visit a friend.She is a runner herself wanted to go drop off the TCS 10K forms nearby and go watch a film.BTW I signed up for the TCS 5.7K run, yeh now lets see how that goes. We watched this really cute film called “2States”, thoroughly enjoyed the film. In this whole process of starting to run and train, I found it funny, but I started to lose my appetite. Normally I am a poor eater but I love food and enjoy good food. I just don’t feel hungry or feel the need to eat. So yesterday I hadn’t eaten the whole day, but I was still energetic and fine. Really weird and wrong on so many levels.

I realized yesterday that it’s been a week since I started running training and all I’ve spoken to anybody is and only about “Running”, I was warned but yes its “Addictive”

Also, I learnt a lesson today if you know something about anything or anybody just “SHUT UP”. Don’t open your mouth and keep it to yourself, its the best solution and keeps you out of trouble. PERIOD!

Lets Vote Bangalore!

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So today happens to be voting day in my city. I’ve been actually looking forward to voting, I believe actions speak louder than words. Agree??? So today was the 2nd time I voted and I was pretty pumped up about it. The husband had a different polling booth and mine was along with my family in a different area. A, happened to be the 6th voter at his booth. WOW.

I went along with my family later to vote and something really funny happened. I knew which party I wanted to vote for but neither did I know the local candidate representing the party nor did I know the symbol of the party. When I went inside the polling booth, I froze. I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t want to vote for any random person. All of a sudden out of nowhere the name of the local candidate flashed in my head (I had overheard a conversation about him few days back) and BOOM there I found his name. I was happy that my vote didn’t go down the drain. When I came out and told my family they all had to say ” how can you be so DUMB” Was a good laugh after all.

Also,this thought came into my head when I overheard a few people talking couple of days back about how they would vote for a party/ a person based on their caste. I found it really funny. At our place we have different religion people working. My domestic helps are Muslims and my cook is a Christian. The husband and I are Hindus. There has never been a single day when we have differentiated our house help based on castes and religion. So why when it comes to choosing the right person for our country? Think about it!

The Running Bug!!!

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I loved writing since my younger days. I really don’t know when and how I took upto blogging, but all I knew was I liked it. I wrote diaries as a kid and blogging for me at least was like writing in a diary. When I started my blog I was certain that my blog would contain only happy posts. We all have so much drama in our lives as it is, I thought is it necessary to bog down my readers with sad, negative and dark posts. By nature I’m a very positive and happy person. I smile and laugh even when I am down. I push myself through tough situations by laughing. I’ve mastered the art of hiding emotions. I never express my problems or issues with anyone, I believe I have it in me to sort it out myself. Why bother someone else with my problems if any, everyone has their own story.

I grew up in boarding school and college for most of my life, I was away from home for more than 10years studying outside. I can attribute those 10 years of my life to making me a very independent person. At times I feel it’s not good to be totally independent cuz I don’t like asking for help. Its not an ego issue but maybe since I handled myself being away from home and family at a very young age I learnt to deal with everything on my own. Having seen a lot in life ups and downs and trust me I’ve seen a lot it has made me a very strong person. It’s made me appreciate life as it is, it’s made me to be thankful and grateful for everything that I have today, and it’s made me not COMPLAIN about life. It’s very rare that you will ever find me complaining about anything. I am not blowing my own trumpet,but People who know me well say I am very strong by nature and even the hardest situations cannot crush me. Friends and family say I give out positive energy and strength. Its funny cuz I am like the advice for people close to me, I am the lending support for someone who wants to throw out all their problems but I never go to anybody. Is that funny? Do I need to talk to people as well when I am down?? I don’t know, my aunt says its nice to open up at times, its nice to cry at times in front of someone else, nobody will judge you.

My upbringing is such that from a very young age my parents instilled in me that I need to be well educated and stand on my own feet. I still remember my parents telling me “ you may be a girl but don’t think we will get you married off at a young age. We want you to study well, get a job and be financially independent, you will gain respect”. “Stand on your own feet and never be dependent on anybody for your needs” is the phrase I grew up with. And today I am well-educated, I work, I love my job and I earn my own mullah and I am damn proud of it cuz I’ve achieved it with a lot of hard work and grit.

It’s been a lil over 4 years since I completed my post graduation and started working. I loved my job, it was really stressful and hectic but I enjoyed every minute of it. I got the tag of being called a “workaholic” . somewhere down the line, I started to feel the pressure of erratic working hours, crazy schedules and absolutely no time for myself. I ignored my health royally. My family was on my case to slow down. From my childhood I’ve been a very accident-prone child, name it and I’ve been a part of it. I don’t know why but I’ve always ignored my health. So while all these thoughts were eating up my peanut sized brain for the first time I felt the need to STOP and take a break. I felt the need for a holiday, I felt the need to just sleep for 48hrs straight, I felt the need to not worry about deadlines or meetings.
And out of nowhere I decided to quit my job. It wasn’t a hard decision cuz I felt it was the right thing to do. I needed a break for a while and not worry about what to do the next day. I wasn’t in a hurry to start looking out for new jobs as well or attend interviews. I had updated my resume, I started getting interview calls but I was not in a rush. I got a lot of nice interesting job offers but I didn’t want to take up any. No one questioned me as to why I was not doing anything, they all knew I deserved this break. So after 3 months of quitting my job, I decided to join my family business. I was always asked to work in the Business but I wanted outside exposure and work experience. I finally decided to take the plunge, I thought it was the right decision to make. Not many people were happy with my decision, they felt I should take up a job outside. I said this is a job as well and I am getting paid for it. Maybe that answer wasn’t my best but I knew what I was doing was right. It’s been over 6months now since I’ve joined the business. It’s been crazy, am back to being a workaholic, I work even on weekends but I am not complaining. It’s made me look at the other side on how a business runs and how to manage the show.

You might be wondering my blog title says “the running bug” and so far I’ve been ranting about myself. Hang on, I am getting there. The above was just the entree. Now lets get to the main course. I get bored really easily workouts wise and when it comes to fitness I am a complete fail commitment wise. I need to be pushed constantly to go workout and I hate working out alone. I can actually count the huge amounts I’ve splurged on fancy gyms but never made it to their doorsteps after a month. I’ve had personal trainers, dieticians working with me, for me but it was all short lived. I hate the gym, I find it really monotonous doing the same old treadmill, cross trainer and the likes. Workwise professionally I put in more than 100% and never give up but fitness per say I stay committed for a short period and after that its back to square one. In between yoga, zumba, crossfit, trx, Les Mills and the list goes on I fell in love with Les Mills. I really enjoyed these group classes, I never felt like I was working out. That’s what a workout should do you should not feel like you’re making an effort but you still look upto it every morning and enjoy it. I religiously attended my Les Mills group ex for 6months, I loved this phase of bodyjam,bodypump,bodycombat,rpm,bodybalance,shab’m,trx,cxworks.

I attended every class without fail and I could do 3-4 classes at a stretch. Yes I have the stamina when I enjoy something else I don’t move my butt. I feel the secret for being motivated and going for any workout is a good trainer. A trainer who motivates you and keeps you going. After a few months the trainers I connected really well with and whose classes I enjoyed quit and moved back overseas. There were new trainers of course but I didn’t enjoy the classes as much, there was something missing. So I stopped going to gym after all. In between I swam or did yoga but that was about it.

After a year of not going doing any other form of physical activity I signed up for Pinkathon 2014. A marathon to raise breast cancer awareness among women. I don’t know what made me sign up, I have never run in my life maybe in school but that’s about it. I wasn’t even trained or prepared physically. Plus I had put on oodles of weight. My family says I am still in the honeymoon phase of my marriage. So 15 days before the marathon and I had still not trained yet. I thought why am I even running when I’ve not even started training. Down to few days before the race, I started jogging on the treadmill. Fast-forward to race day I ran a 3k and completed it in 29mins. Not bad, I felt for a starter like me with no practice. But here’s the catch, I don’t know what it was but the bug caught me. I started looking out for marathons being held in the city and I wanted to participate. I signed up for a women’s day run but couldn’t attend it. But every day in my mind I wanted to start running. I wanted to go outdoors and just run. I didn’t though cuz like I mentioned I hate working out on my own. The husband was too busy to give me company. I hadn’t started training but I signed up for a few marathons being held few months down the line. I wasn’t practicing I wasn’t training but I just signed up. Why? I don’t know. I wanted to join a running group but in my head I was like everyone must be a professional runner how will I fit in. Out of nowhere a prominent running group Protons Running in the city came out with a holistic training for runners. The next minute I knew I wanted to join. The husband told me is this another fad of yours or will you be committed. I was so sick of hearing this committed word, especially when everywhere else I was appreciated for my commitment but fitness wise I lacked it. I shut him up and said wait and watch. I myself didn’t know if I would stick on. It’s been over three days now since I started training but I’ve realized I don’t push myself in the mornings to get out and run. I don’t run run cuz I am not there yet I mix between running and walking but I am Running, that’s what matters. You might be thinking 3days may be too short to speak but for me it isn’t, its like falling in love with somebody. When you fall in love with somebody you know it instantly I felt that when I first met my husband and now again when I started running. I have fallen in love with Running. My body is showing me weird kinds of signs in the form of extreme pain, discomfort and stiffness but that’s not stopping me from playing the game. Its like I’ve found my stand with working out. Running is here to stay. And guess what I don’t hesitate to run on my own now.

You might be wondering why have I spoken about my personality traits in the first few paras of the post. How is it related to running? It is related, at least for me. Like I said I don’t express my feelings much when I am down or stressed so when I run I tend to forget about them I tend to let go of it. It gives me a sense of calmness and assurance that everything will be okay. Its like running has become my invisible friend with whom I can share what’s on my mind. Running de-stresses me from all the pressures life throws at us. It’s helping me find a way when I am lost and I know I will reach my path soon. I’ve signed up for a half marathon I don’t know how and what it will take but I know I will make it. I don’t know where this journey will lead me to but I am in it. I’ll be sharing all my running experiences on my blog so stay tuned. Again its only been 3 days but I feel awesome, I can feel the changes both physically and mentally, lets see what the future holds.