My experience as that of on June 30, 2014
Another
day. Another morning. Slipping into my sport shoes. I was out there. Unlike
5.30 AM, I hit the ground at 5.45 AM. The mind, the soul and I were in no mood
to rush. Interestingly I’ve been thinking rather more calmly during Monday
mornings. Every subsequent Monday has been the same routine stuff. Reaching
office by 9 AM. Subjecting myself to 90 minutes of pure unprofessional banter.
And the same old white board, on which is projected a giant Excel sheet with
odd figures (no sexual context in there). These figures are confusing. To
others these figures are known as job codes. I call them the code of boredom,
which spark debates of unusual nature.
Cutting
short on the unusual office centric conversation, let me rewind back to my 5.45
AM on-ground appointment. No crows, no birds and no rains, no gains. Usually I
love the morning temperatures. Waking up with sweat all over my body, the only
activity that promises to calm me down is being out there on the ground. The
physical activities, I get indulged in do leave me sweating and gasping for
breath. But the trickling drops of sweat also infuse immense energy in my
otherwise lethargic body to push for more.
Partly
green and largely dry, the ground is where I unleash my sporty side. Last
Friday I ended up jogging for three rounds (but not simultaneously). I usually
mix my jogging with rapid rounds of walking. Both activities give me immense
pleasure. Both activities install in me, an immense power. Today too I did the
same; combined jogging with brisk walking and minor doses of stretching. The
most satisfying moment was of completing five rounds (again not simultaneously)
of jogging. Once again I combined it with walking. So free, so awesome; I felt.
Here was I again. The sweat rushed from my head towards the toe, coaxing me to
continue running at a well maintained pace. So I ran. Those five rounds
reminded me of my good old schooldays, when I was never fond of running. Back
then I took specific interest in enrolling for 100 meters of running races. I
earned my two minutes of fame on hearing my name being announced. But I never
hit the ground. At times, I was seriously so bored of running that I used to
wear my black leather shoes, run a bit and stop; citing reasons of being unable
to run.
This is
where I am today. Running sometimes five rounds, sometimes six and at times
just one. There is a mutual understanding between the mornings and me, which
makes me jump out of my bed and prepare for the day ahead. I agree, I honestly
agree that on most occasions, I am not mentally prepared to step out of my
home. But that lovely hue of the arriving morning, makes me do that. The story
has changed so much. If I miss my date with early mornings, I feel a part of me
unattended for the day.
I am not
sure, if these jogging sessions and walking sessions are helping me lose my
weight. But I am sure, it is doing a majorly good thing to me. The good thing
is about remaining exposed to original, unadulterated mornings. The mornings,
which make me a spectator to the divine sounds of nature. The singing of birds,
the gradual airplay of trees, the fistful of morning energy and the overdose of
natural fun.
Today what
seems like five rounds is actually five different opportunities of challenging
myself.
Sometimes
running. At times puffing. Mostly running short of my breath, I run. And that
definitely is a regaling experience. At the same time, I won’t mind heading for
a few rounds more.
Be it the
tomorrow or the day beyond, I will still be found completing those five rounds
and a few rounds more.
-vociferous
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