What did you see on your run today? #392 stars That Rabbit. Again!

Do you remember that in January I shared with you the story of my friend Nicci almost tripping over a rabbit as she pounded the streets of Taipei?

Fast forward a month and a bit, and Nicci is still running her 5kms around her ‘hood, and The Rabbit is still posing a threat to life and limb 😛

Here he is.

The Bunny Tripwire as Nicci calls him 🙂

Looks cute as a button,right, sitting like that?

Have fun, my friend, as you negotiate round your tripwire!

#keeprunning #keepinspiring

A half marathon PB! And emotional tears for Delhi

I got a lovely message this afternoon from one of my closest running friends, & a frequent contributor to this blog, Kathakoli Dasgupta, the young lady who literally started me on my running journey, 6 years ago.

Regular readers of this blog will know Katha & her husband Dave, whom she met through running. They now live in England, but as you will see from this story, India and Delhi (where they met) remain very, very special.

Here is Katha’s story from yesterday.

It is a bitter sweet story – tears for Delhi mixed in with post-race elation and happiness.

I give you Katha, in her own emotional words:

“So Dave & I did the London Half Marathon (Vitality Big Half around the docklands) this morning.

I managed a PB—2:03:41, quicker by exactly a minute since my last PB 4 years ago.

Given the last couple of half marathons have been absolute torture, I’m pretty chuffed about completing this one without feeling shattered. More importantly, as you’ll find in the write up, the penultimate part of the race held a special significance. It was rather fortituous that Dave wore his ‘I Race My Delhi’ t-shirt today.

I am welling up all over again.

Hope all the madness in Delhi, in India, ends soon.

It’s a PB and I dedicate it to Delhi.

My city, my home is burning and I have had many teary moments last few days.

Not being there physically to do something—anything—makes me feel totally helpless.

So when I crossed the 10 mile mark at this morning’s London Half Marathon—which is typically when I hit a wall, mentally and physically—I thought of Delhi, and it put everything into perspective.

The anger and pain I have been feeling last few days fuelled my determination to push harder and finish strong.

But not without a cheer for everyone who is doing their best to stop the fascists in their track, a prayer for everyone suffering this violence, a thought for every person injured or dead. and a sincere hope that the tough times will end soon.

Dilli Meri Jaan heal very soon.

My beloved country, let’s get back on to the path of pluralism, equality and tolerance. I have faith in you.”

Isn’t that a moving account?

Katha, well done on that PB.

And thanks for holding Delhi close to your heart 🙂

#keeprunning #keepinspiring

So, how was my February mileage?

Another month has already gone in 2020.

And we even had an extra day this February – indeed we are still having it, as I write 🙂

Despite a spectacular meltdown last week, when I messaged my physio in deep despair & doom & gloom & tears, if I’m being rational, there has definitely been progress in the wretched knee this month.

When I look back at how low I felt in January, I’ve certainly felt more up-beat this month.

And my mileage reflects that.

Up almost 100km, from 150 in January to – quick drumroll – 248 this month.

Note to self – why, oh why, couldn’t you have done 2 extra kilometres, woman, to get to a nice neat 250?! 😛

Most of these kilometres have been walked, not run (ran?) although in the past week, I have started interspersing very slow jogging into my walks.

Today, to celebrate Leap Day (& why not?!) I ran one whole kilometre without stopping, for the first time since November. A very very slow kilometre, but it felt like real progress.

Worst moment of the month? Seeing everyone else take part in last Sunday’s New Delhi marathon, while I watched on enviously.

Anyway, what’s done is done, so onwards & upwards.

Physio will continue in March.

Daily walks will continue in March.

And inshallah the percentage of running to walking will improve in March.

Watch this space 🙂

What did you see on your walk today? #391 stars a Really Ferocious Beast. Or two.

So there I was, walking round Bangkok’s Lumphini Park, surrounded by hoards of late-afternoon runners (cue jealous emoji) and fellow walkers, and people working out on the exercise equipment when…

…all of a sudden…

…what did I see?…

A monitor lizard, cool as a cucumber.

I stopped to watch & gawp & film, but was the only one to do so.

Everyone else swept on right by, running, walking, or exercising.

Everyone, except yours truly, seemed totally blasé about a monitor lizard…hey, no…

…wait…

…just a mo…

…make that 2 monitors…

By the end of my walk, I must’ve seen about 7 different monitors. all part and parcel of the fun that is Lumphini Park.

To put the monitors in context, 3 years ago there were some 400 of ’em in the park!

400 😛

That must have been a sight.

Here’s a link to an article in Time magazine on Lumphini’s monitors. Makes my tally of 7 seem pretty dismal, right?!!

But it was such a thrill to see them, right there in the heart of this busy city.

What did you see on your walk today? #390 comes from Bangkok & stars fruit

Even though I “ran” about 300m a day ago, I decided to be cautious this morning, & not run/jog at all.

So I only walked.

There’s no rushing recovery, I’m learning. (Torn meniscus in my left knee, since you ask).

I did an early morning 5km walk around the Bangkok neighbourhood where we are holidaying, and stopped by the local Buddhist temple which is home to a bustling food market, most mornings.

Despite wandering around in running gear, I was greeted with smiles everywhere, as I did that typical tourist thing & peered inquisitively at unknown fruit & veggies.

And pink eggs, of course, which always make me smile:

Saw a couple of unidentified foodstuffs this morning.

Like so:

And this fruit, below – anyone recognise it? In case you can’t see from the photo, it has a hairy outer skin.

All great fun.

Nothing like a pottering, slow walk in mild weather to cheer an injured runner up 🙂

How good is the ASICS Hybrid Jacket?

Pre-review disclosure.

I am an ASICS running influencer in India (where I live) and as such get to try out and wear their products.

BUT – and this really is very important – ASICS has never once even so much as suggested I review their products.

Not once.

I am under no obligation or pressure whatsoever to write any review nor blog about the company.

But when I genuinely love a product, I review it here.

Which leads me straight away to the ASICS Hybrid Jacket.

I have worn mine all winter and absolutely love it.

For me, this lightweight, cosy jacket ticks all the boxes. Namely:

Zipped pockets, to keep stuff safe?

Tick.

Hood?

Tick.

See? In our harsh Delhi winter, I was toasty warm, using the hood.

Reflective strip?

Tick.

I’ve worn my jacket a lot – it’s been a particularly cold winter, so touches like the sleeves with thumb loops have been good.

Also, probably quite irrationally, I love sleeves with thumb loops.

The jacket show absolutely no signs of wear and tear, despite almost daily use these last few months. It is easy to move in, and feels flexible. I’ve worn mine to running group training sessions, involving bending & stretching, & it has worked perfectly.

Personally tried and tested, and 100% recommended.

I bought mine in India, where it costs Rs 6,999.

So, how was your January mileage?

February 1, 2020

I’ll spare you all the clichés about “How can it possibly be February 1 already? January has simply just flown by…”

(See how cleverly I snuck those clichés in. after all?!)

Anyway, for the first time since I started running 6 years ago, I have had a running-less January, thanks to my wretched torn meniscus.

I also had to pull out of the January Mumbai Marathon, my favourite running event of the year.

But it hasn’t all been doom and gloom.

Sure there have been moments of doom & gloom in January, but not 100% of the time…hey! I’m talking about running, by the way, and absolutely NOT Brexit, which made the last day of January thoroughly doom & gloomy.

So back to my non-running January.

I thought I’d check my Garmin stats, to see exactly how much I have walked this month & I totalled 150.19km of very, VERY slow walking this month.

I also swam a bit, + I did loads of physio, + I did yoga 3 times a week, + I even exercised at home, which impressed me no end, I have to say 😛

150km isn’t much mileage, but it’s reasonably solid, given there were a few days at the beginning of the month when I was in great pain and could hardly move.

So, there you are.

150km banked.

Onwards & upwards, and hoping February will see a continuing improvement in the wretched knee.

What did you see on your run today? #389 comes from Taipei & stars a rabbit

It was a tweet from my friend Nicci Smith apologising to a rabbit for almost falling over it, that caught my eye.

Well, it would do, wouldn’t it?

I pressed Nicci for more details.

Why on earth was she almost tripping over a rabbit on the streets of Taipei?

Turns out said bunny is a pet.

And as Nicci did her 5km run through the streets around her home, she nearly fell over the rabbit.

Who was on a leash.

Obviously.

As an aside, Nicci (who used to live here in Delhi) stopped running outside, & started running on a gym treadmill while here, to avoid the pollution and noise.

But as she says, “Now the coronavirus has come to Taiwan, I’ve decided as a precaution not to use gym equipment for a while, so I’ve started running outside again.”

But little did she know about the bunny hazard!

Thanks for sharing your running photo, Nicci & #keeprunning #keepinspiring

Also, stay safe with this dreadful virus worrying us all.

Walking back to running

After months of feeling mightily sorry for myself (a torn meniscus has that effect), I took an important psychological step back to running this weekend, when I rejoined my running group.

Ahem – let’s make one thing clear from the start:

They all ran.

I walked.

Some of the group ran quite considerable distances, in fact, but I was delighted just to be able to walk a steady, plodding 6km round Nehru Park.

Twinning with a rockstar runner

It felt good to chat, to hang out with other runners, and to be made to stretch – something I totally neglect, left to my own devices!

Running groups are interesting creatures, I find.

They are full of nice, like-minded people and yet, like anything else in life, change happens.

People come, people go, relationships shift.

In the weeks since I was away mountaineering/avoiding pollution/getting myself injured, my running group has changed out of all recognition.

Loads of new faces.

New trainers.

I only knew about 3 people there, which was weird after more than 2 years, but hey! change is good, right?

Whatever dynamics have been happening in my group, while I was moping and feeing miserable, it’s all for the good, I feel.

We drilled, we stretched, we ran (well, some of us walked…) and it was all very professional & crisp & no-nonsense.

I didn’t do stretches like this, with my gammy knee…not that I have EVER been this flexible!!
Sonali looking good
My new squad

So, onwards and upwards.

Here’s to the day I actually manage run with this crew!

Running on half tank

This guest post from the one and only Sanjeev Chhabra is an extraordinary account of a comeback to running, & what a comeback!

Sanjeev donated a kidney 3 months before his half, so the physical and mental recovery involved is truly impressive.

His story is also very funny.

Thanks, Sanjeev, for sharing this hilarious account of your half-marathon last week at the Tata Mumbai Marathon. Onwards & upwards!

I give you Sanjeev Chhabra, in his own words. Enjoy!!

Two days before Diwali 2019, I donated my left kidney to a family member. Exactly 12 weeks and 2 days later, I ran the Mumbai Half Marathon 2020.

This blog is about that.

Before

I have been on the marathon running circuit since 2007. Monikered Barefoot Ferrari by friends, I have done what every runner does, which is – add more challenges, achieve a personal best, gain weight, lose weight, gain speed, lose speed, injury breaks, etc.

The transplant was finalised sometime in July 2019. Our family had many questions to ask the team of doctors. But I had only one question,

“Excuse me. The registrations for the Mumbai Marathon are currently open. Do I go for the Full or the Half?”

Many dirty looks and frenetic messages later, I quietly registered for the half.

The transplant, unfortunately, did not happen in August 2019. There were tests, retests, second opinions, emails to the Doctor Uncle in US, samples going to France and what have you. Finally, on the evening of 23rd October I sent a cryptic message to my office

Am finally getting admitted for surgery tomorrow. No visitors allowed. Sorry for the short notice. See you on the other side.’

The last thing I did before getting operated was to lose my Garmin! When they were wheeling me in, someone told me no metals were allowed so I quickly discarded it somewhere. Where, I will never know. Most people who hear this story, instead of empathising with me, wonder what I was doing with a Garmin in the hospital anyway? Was I expecting to run a 10k in the corridors?

After

Every runner develops the feeling that he or she is super human. Well, to just pick yourself up and run 50km in the middle of a normal life, is definitely super human.

However, one thing I was to learn post-surgery was that I had lost those powers. Looks like the super-humanness resides in the kidney they took – my Left kidney. 

Note to self: next time give your Right kidney.

So, I had to start all over again. My daughter had to rudely point out to me repeatedly the sign in my room:

‘DO NOT GET OUT OF THE BED YOURSELF.’

So, I had to learn everything again. It’s as if my body had lost its muscle memory. Getting out of bed was the biggest achievement. First, falling off. Second, minimise the pain in my 5 external stitches and the internal wound. That is an art by itself. Slowly I learned how to walk, supported by my very dedicated wife. And on Day 5, I was discharged.

The Dog Walker and I

I stayed home for four weeks after the surgery. I had promised my wife to follow Doctor’s and her orders strictly. So, I walked inside the house till I was allowed, and soon it was time for the first Outdoor Walk. Per my wife, I could not go out unassisted, so we chose the Dog Walker to walk me right after or before the dog (Lucy). Everyone hid their laughs when the Wife told Dog Walker,

Lucy ko le aao, phir Sanjeev ko le jao.” (Drop Lucy and then take Sanjeev)

A couple of days with the Dog Walker, I started letting him go as soon as we reached the park. By Week 3, I was into what I thought was brisk walking. Here is when I realised first that my speed was compromised. At my very best I was touching 6kmph walking. I figured it was because I was wearing an abdominal binder. However, whatever I did, I could not walk faster than 9 minutes to a kilometre. 

And the Run begins

At the end of Week 6, Doctor allowed me my first run. 

“Please start with a small distance, and increase it gradually.”

A ‘small distance’, we all know, is 5km for us. So off I set, only to receive the rudest shock of my life! I could hardly manage one km. I of course stuck to my target, but for some reason, my running speed was less than my Brisk Walking Speed!

Was it the abdominal band, limiting my stride length?

Was it the weight? I was now 81kg. At 5’10”, this was slightly overweight. And for a marathon runner, pretty much overweight. 

I will never know. But in the 12 weeks from then to the marathon, I gained another 4 kg., and could not run better than 9 minutes a km, regardless the distance.

Was it the cold? The smog? The medication?

My asthma was at its best, a respiratory specialist at the hospital having put me on a battery of medicines which made my chest clear, and had me forget what wheezing was like!

Was it my footwear? I normally run barefoot. This time, however, to minimise the risk of infection to the recipient (a family member), I decide to run in slippers.

At the Mumbai Marathon

My last practice run before the TMM was an over-9 mpk 2:17 15k. In that context my biggest hope was to avoid a DNF (Did Not Finish) or a DNQ (Did Not Qualify). The cut-off, I think, is 3:15.

Reaching Mumbai a day earlier, I found instant demotivation by the full marathon. I myself have been a party to infantilising half marathoners. In my defence, though, all I say is,

“You don’t have to fly to Mumbai for the Half. For that you have ADHM.”

Anyhow I got a taste of my own medicine several times during the day.

First, a friend (now ex-friend) who was running his first full, infantilised me. ‘Baby marathon’, I think, is the term he used. Then I found out that there is no Tee shirt for Half marathoners. And none of my regular gang knew anything about the start point or hotels near the start point for the half!

Race Day Magic?

Most of my friends are shocked at my race timings, seeing how slow I run during training. The difference is as high as 1 minute per km., at times. My common answer for that is ‘Race Day Magic.’ Translated, it means that, unlike regular running days, we have no traffic, no household worries, no need to conserve energy and a lot of support.   

Well, my day did not begin with Race Day Magic. Reaching on time, I found none of my regular friends, and almost everyone huddled in groups. To top it all, the line to the starting point was just about as bad as Dadar Central at peak hour.

After walking in and out of lanes when I finally did reach the start point, my first thought was:

Drop it. Turn back. Enjoy a nice breakfast and go back to sleep.”

Exactly the same thoughts I had before my first ever half marathon in 2007!

Finally

Life on one kidney does not differ at all from Life on two kidneys. However, running a marathon (or half) needs a little extra care.

I had read up enough to know that I had to take care of two things: 1) Hydration 2) Over exertion

The first part, hydration, was trickier than usual.

Post-surgery, my surviving kidney has been a tad hyperactive. I pee a lot. Not frequently. A lot.

There is just a stronger stream which appears to last longer too. That is one thing I wanted to avoid. We all know what a royal pain it is to take a leak during a (half) marathon. So, I made sure I emptied my tank twice after reaching the holding area (I did not hold). The plan was to use two formulae shared by fellow runners:

  1. Rahul Verghese says sip a little water before you are thirsty. However odd the before sounds, its an art you learn over many runs
  2. Sandeep Srivastava, an engineer who, along with our famous Alfredo Miranda, brings mathematical formulae to running, says have the Energy Drink twenty minutes before you hit the wall

The second part (over-exertion) was a matter of judging your own body. I was mentally prepared to DNF if I had to. The intent, though, was to RWC (Run Walk Crawl) to the finish.

I ran a half good race.

The first 10k, on the Sea Link was faster than my training times. After km 12., asthma caught up a bit, so I slowed down to an even pace. Surprisingly, Pedder Road was not the monster it appears to be when you are doing a full.

I comfortably finished at 2:51, almost an hour slower than my PB. Surprisingly I felt no elation. No runners’ high. I did my stretches like every training run, and looked for the Medal Counter.

A line again, as long as Dadar Central. As I grumbled, I looked at a free line at the side.

It was for the Full Marathoners!

P.S. My transplant recipient plans to run the Half next year. That way my kidneys can claim to have run a Full.

Ed: I think that’s the hint of a smile, right?

Isn’t this SUCH a great telling of an impressive comeback.

I can’t wait for both your kidneys to run that full next year 🙂

Shabash, my friend.

Well done on every count.

#keeprunning #keepinspiring

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