On a nice but chilly-although-vaguely-spring-like Sunday afternoon, after a big family lunch, the only thing to do is to go and run. Well, at least that’s what I decided to do yesterday, and so I headed off to the Aravali Bio-Diversity Park in my neighbourhood.
Very few people walking in the park, but as I have mentioned in previous blog posts, I feel safe there, by and large.
I ran past the office that I mentioned in an earlier post, thinking I could perhaps tackle the rubbish issue (I looked as I ran past the offending track, and it was still as filthy as ever) but there was no-one there in the “office” (below).
Well, it was a Sunday afternoon, to be fair.
I did my usual quick stop at the 2 pretty, well-tended Hindu shrines that face each other, and here, at least, cleanliness is not an issue, as evidenced by the lack of litter and 2 brooms propped against a tree :
After all my religious pit stops, there I was running along muddy tracks (proof below) when I met 2 ladies who were walking towards me from the direction of one of the slums that surround the park. One was – er, let’s be honest – fat, as in fat, and wearing a shiny sari, a rather glittery shawl and rubber flip-flops.
She cheerfully accosted me (in Hindi) saying “If I run will I get a thin as you?”
Gales of laugher from her equally tubby friend.
Now, since I was wearing a cast off track-suit from Hari, so therefore large and voluminous, I have no idea how she decided I was thin, bless her, but I said “Yes, of course” and to her credit she tried running next to me for a few steps. I stopped while she caught her breath and her friend laughed some more.
“Well,” she said, “I am too fat to run, but we are walking.”
In for a penny in for a pound, I decided, and told her how they had to walk speedily rather than the slow lazy amble they were doing. For good measure, I threw in the need to be out of breath and to break a sweat in order to increase aerobic activity -> eventual weight loss.
How long have you been running?
But you were thin to start with.
Well, I answered, trying to be diplomatic, I have lost 4 kg since I started.
“If you keep on running you will be so thin you will disappear” concluded my jolly NBF as I took my leave and ran off through the puddles, leaving these 2 women laughing their heads off.
Having been dropped at the park in the car, I decided to run all the way back home rather than ask to be collected, and took this as a sign that the envisaged 10km run in March with my dear running group might – just, perhaps, possibly, who knows – be feasible…
Slow. But feasible.
My take home moment from this run?
Oh my NBF, without a doubt.