My tribe

Meet my tribe. My Delhi running group. In some ways, today was like every other training session. Effort.  Sweat.  Laughs.  Encouragement.  Learning.  Practice.  Progress. And in some ways, today was also very different. Fog.  Smog.  Pollution.  Worries.  Fear.  Concern.  Determination.  Tears.  Injuries.  Aches.  Pain.  Nerves.  Frustration. Through the pall of …

The strain of a strain

My world has collapsed. Well, my running world, that is. I have had a slight muscle strain all week but-the-days-are-rushing-by-towards-the-big-Delhi-half-marathon-and-the-weather-is-improving-but-I-can’t-run-and-then-there’ll-be-Diwali-and-all-the-pollution-and-I-won’t-be-able-to-run-then-and-and-and…. Stop it, Christine, Slow down. Breathe. Keep calm. Yeah, right, as if that’s going to happen 😛 I went for my ASICS Running Club meet this morning, but sat out …