The temperatures are still clocking 97-plus degrees in Delhi (that’s at least 36 for my metric users), and this makes tomorrow’s half marathon here a bit more punishing than typical.
The city moved-up the date from November, when the mornings are chilly and the days comfortable. Mornings now are sticky because of the late monsoon, and by 8:00 the sun is unforgiving to anyone moving faster than an aunty on her morning stroll.
For this race I concocted a crazy repertoire of training, which included late morning and late afternoon runs to prepare for the heat and to increase the challenge of shorter-than-typical routes for me. My weak knee can’t handle the stress but I haven’t yet given up the fight.
I have a wonderful physiotherapist who has helped me to decrease the pain and increase my confidence. Here’s my knee, taped and ready to carry me across the finish line Sunday… God willing:
My head has been dealing with accepting my limitations and still wanting to chase my PB, or personal best running time. This damn sport is an addiction – scarily easy to manage and seemingly impossible to let go.
Jim and Lala teased me mercilessly when they saw the title of my music playlist: “Longshot”. They changed it to Frontrunner, which made me laugh and love them with that awareness that should come more often but that so often gets swept-up in our busy lives.
Anyway – just a short note this week. Immediately after the race, we go Rajasthan for a few days. I will write again later in the week with an update and maybe, something more fun to share from the tribal landscape near Jaipur.
If you read this in time, send a prayer that the knee… and the head…. can do it once again.
So much more exciting to have this in your rear-view mirror:
Hope he wasn’t heading here:
Beggars who came to my home:
Any students out there reading this? Here’s a good story:
This little guy just gets cuter. He loves to sit on the side of the bathtub while I take a shower!
So this funny orange guy is “Smiley” and he’s been mine since I was wee small. Obviously, he’s a product of the early 70’s… maybe even the 60’s. (Do you remember mom?) Anyway, Lala loves him – and she keeps him on her bed.