Most people move from less to more, or easy to hard or slow to fast..but RM being RM has always been a bit ‘ulta’….so I moved from hard to easy…
I ran the 21.097 kms half marathon last year so this year, I thought chalo let me run the 6 km dream run…I mean if I can run 21 kms, what is 6 kilometres..just about over 1/3rd of it na…of course I can do it…not realising that 6 kms is not 6 metres its 6 KILO metres…
I didnt practice at all…I thought, whats there to practice..I can just do it right? I mean if I can do the 21 kms LAST year (note the key word being LAST which is like 365 days earlier!!!, why not now)..not realising that my bones creaked, I had put on some 26.783 kilograms around my stomach and bum and that my feet were killing themselves despite being large for the body frame I have
and then of course the usual practical reason that only one of us could practice running in the mornings and evenings…since RD was already into it, I would rather take care of R and all that..yaa yaa..the sacrifices one does as a wife 😉
anyways, so RD’s race started at Bandra at 6.15 and he left early…I left at about 6 in the morning..took a bus to the station, got into a train and reached dadar, crossed over to the central side and waited for a train to CST which was 20 minutes late and realised there was no place to get in only..the whole ladies compartment was FULL of marathoners running the dream run…some were parents of girls who were running the half marathon ‘maajhi mulgi ekvis kilometres karnar aahe‘ (My daughter is running the 21 kms) says one woman proudly who was going to CST to cheer her for the last one kilometre,
while some were school teachers who were running for the past 4 to 5 years with their school children (kids above 12 years are allowed to run the 6 kms dream run) clad in a salwar kameez with their bib number pinned to the duppatta, and shoe clad feet, I think they made a wonderful sight, breaking the streotype of that you need to run in shorts and sweat absorbing t shirts and all that…
its amazing to see these women who struggle in the day to day Mumbai life, managing work, children, travel and everything, come out and run their hearts off..and they were so so positive and cheerful..the entire compartment had a festive look
Reached CST and walked to the entrance….since I couldnt locate the other person from my office, I was alone..and people who know me, know that I hate to be alone..but this time I enjoyed..the entire maidan was like a carnival….there were 100s of people from each company wearing similar t shirts..there were 12 year olds and 80 year olds showing the same level of enthusiasm…each of them was enjoying the sun, the fancy dress and what not…there were people running for NGOs, for their company, for their own self…each person had a purpose and it felt wonderful to be a part of this festival 🙂
The marathon started dot on time…thats one thing I LOVED about this..usually Mumbaikars are known to be late despite running to catch the 4.31 and the 6.56 trains..but most events being late in Mumbai..this one began dot on time…there was a roar, a count down and off we went…then everyone stopped..and looked left…I wondered if there was an accident and I realised that was the celebrity stage where there were celebrities…I didnt recognize anyone :(:( so I just ran…I ran the first two kilometres, walked the third, ran the 4 and half of 5, walked the other half of 5 and first half of 6, and then ran the last 500 metres..
Just because I ran the 21 kms last year is not gaurantee that running the 6 kms will be easy….I was an idiot to think I could do it…I finished, but I struggled like crazy to finish it…next time, no taking your body for granted!!!
Few things from the Run itself
1) There were bands on the way from all the radio stations belting out numbers ranging from chamak challo to sheila ki jawani, but what encouraged me the most was a group of children and one uncle on the guitar near the end of the dream run..the uncle was playing the guitar without any mike or new age audio system…and the kids were singing ‘kolaveri di’ and I must admit though I dont like the song much, I loved their version….uncle says strumming the guitar ‘on the count of 5 – 1,2,3,4,5’ and the chorus goes
I couldnt help but smile and the few kids who saw me said chalo chalo run run faster faster…it was awesome..that uncle, he was amazing 🙂
2) The locals who stay on the route…armed with lemon water, glucose biscuits artistically placed on the tray, loads of smiles, tons of claps and beautiful co ordinated screams, worked very well for me to run faster
3) An old couple – aunty wearing a saree over which she wore the yellow t shirt and uncle wearing a matching t shirt were holding hands and sitting down on a bench…they have run the senior citizens run 4.3 kms which starts earlier at 8 and have obviously finished it…I look at them and my eyes meet with aunty..she looks at me smiles, gives me a thumbs up and says run run chalo run..and off I go again 🙂
4) The end…I falter, one young boy must be about 15..chalo chalo didi bhago bhago udhar hai ending..and I get this surge of energy to finish the marathon running…
5) Kids running as if they are sprinting for a 100 meter race, old men and women over taking me as if I am the 80 year old here, an old man walking patiently with a walking stick determined to complete encouraging everyone, 99% of the people running for a cause ranging from saving the girl child, to cancer patients, to eye donation to blood donation to saving a stray..its a sight which is not easily forgotten…
such small events make up for the lack of practice…I am glad I did it…totally glad I ran 🙂
I message RD, he calls me that he is done…I rush to meet him..we dont meet for sometime since RD’s phone is conked off while I am searching for him..finally after 20 agonizing minutes of wait, he tells me I am near the huge orange bottle, I ran to him, I hug him like crazy because I am so so proud..he shows me his medal so proudly and I hug him again…I realise there is group of people in black t shirts staring at us as if we are crazy….I break away…one girl and one boy look at me and wink 🙂
We are so happy that RD finished his run..for him, its an absolute achievement..and for me…its a lesson that boss…6 kilometres is no joke…
Next year, here is what I plan to do…I dont plan to go back to 21 kms…I know I dont have it in me…but I do plan the dream run again, I plan to run for a cause..which one I dont know..but here is something to the 10 odd people who read me…will you join me…I propose that we run the dream run together (you can go to half or full marathon if you want to) together for a cause, I will host anyone who is out of Mumbai at my place from Friday night to Sunday night or even Monday night…you can come to Mumbai, park yourself at my house and I will wake you up and give you hot milk and banana and oatsmeal if you want before the marathon for strenght purposes, and I promise to give you a train journey to reach the event which will be an adventure in itself…I want to run for a cause, and I want to encourage people to run with me…anyone interested??