I could soon celebrate one-month anniversary of not writing anything on my blog. In this time, I have been checking my news feed (which is always on a roll), this blog’s stats (which really need a roll) and some other things which I probably wouldn’t want to write about explicitly 😉
Anyway, not writing about my training doesn’t mean that I am not training anymore. Technically, I am simply lazy to write, but not lazy to run. After Run For The Kids 2017, my training has taken a shift. I am NOT following my training plan anymore. So you might ask, what do you do then? The answer is…
…..and, some speed work.
So the current trick up my sleeve is to run when I feel like, when my legs feel light(er)and usually to rest the day after. I refrain from having a really inactive day, so I try to always walk a lot. Walking is a wonderful exercise (for body, mind and your laundry room). Also, I am now trying to use running as a commute than merely an exercise. I run to badminton court, I run from the university to home. It’s fun how some things can be done in an eco-friendlier way 😀
Anyway, this Sunday is the Wings for Life World Run. I am hoping to get past 25k mark which is…. well, not impossible, but definitely a hell difficult. I need an average pace of 5 min/k. Let’s see if I can make it or not. I’ll never know without trying and I am not scared to give it my best shot.
I see a mountain, tall and strong, It scares me because I could fall
But my eyes could see its pointy top, And I will try so I shall hop
As I begin, I could see no path, But as I search, I make my own
Sometimes it leads me right, but sometimes it is terribly wrong
I move along but I feel that the mountain doesn’t want me to
Not only It hurts me physically as I go, but mentally too.
I often think of giving up and weaving my way back to the base
but as I look up to the top, I decide yet again to stay in the race.
As I reach closer to the top, I feel a different energy inside
because the distance I had come so far can not be hide
As soon as I step on the top with the mountain under my feet
My hands held high in the sky with my heart smiling at every beat.
You only live once
For a person like me, I do not believe in rebirths, so this holds 100 percent true for me. And for a person who does, I am pretty sure that you would not remember anything about this life you are living. This life is only one. You will live this life only and only once. There is no way that you are going to live this life again. You can not restart it. The moments you have lost have already been faded in the darkness of time and you are left only with those which future holds for you.
You might have many ambitions and you might have many regrets but this life is only one. A single life for you to fulfill all your ambitions despite all your regrets. Complex! Isn’t it? In your path, you will face obstacles, you will face fears, your world might turn upside down. These obstacles, these fears are what makes me feel that my heart is still beating. If you can not have this feeling at times, you are not living at all. Face your fears. Feel your life.
What my perspective is that this life is made up of moments. And to have these moments, you need people. People whom you call friends, family or even enemy. And most importantly, to have these moments, you need yourself. Because only you have the power of transforming your life and only you could either fill it with the moments you could smile on remembering or the moments that could turn out as your worst nightmare.
It was a normal evening. I was in my hostel resting after my dinner. My friends sometimes used to go to play football for fun as it was our last semester. It was going on for around for a month. We put on our shorts and jerseys. I remember that we were not enough in number to be grouped into two teams. (Un)fortunately there was a group of our juniors in approximately the same number. After running for a while around the ground, we started to play. I, as usual, put myself as a defender.
The game began. We were playing on a smaller field as we were just a bunch of amateur guys. I remember making one or two chances for the goal but neither of them resulted into goal. Later on in the game, while I was in the corner defending the ball from their striker, I don’t know how I kicked the ball to my goalkeeper that it swung in air and reached inside our goalpost. That was a shit moment. I was feeling sorry perhaps like any other player. We kept playing and I changed myself from defender to striker. My friend kept moving ball forward and I shouted hard enough to get the cross. It was a perfect cross. I was in their D. I kicked the ball towards their goalkeeper and at the same time, their defender, while defending hit on my leg. I could not see the ball while I was falling down. I rolled on the ground twice but I had not thought it as anything serious until the moment I tried to stand.
As I put my right foot on the ground, I felt a twist in my knee-ankle bone (tibia). I could not figure out where was the problem. Soon, other players came around me telling I had scored a goal taking my revenge and equalize the match. But I asked to go out the field as it was not possible for me to even walk. After the match finished, my condition was the same. Two weeks later, with an MRI, I got to know it was a ligament tear. My anterior cruciate ligament was torn. I was unable to walk normally, sit normally. I had thought a lot to do for this last semester. I could not go for a trip in which all of my friends went.
Perhaps, this was a break for me. But life never stops. I had to do things. There were certain tasks to be taken care of. I was on a physiotherapy program. All I want was to make sure that my healing is more than risk to the knee. It has been a year now. I am not completely well. But I am much more better now. I can do many things. I can run. I still do the physio exercises to make myself better. I can not play that bad as much as I could play an year ago, but I can play. I am again trying to be a frequent runner by running around 2km daily.
My motivation is the man inside me which wants to get fitter everyday. I can not go back in time to avoid this but I can have a time in future to make myself stronger. This post has already been too long but this is what I really wanted to express. Injuries do come, but don’t let it extinguish your inner fire.
We are humans, we lead a challenging life and to take on these challenges, almost all of us have to make some targets. A child is usually fascinated by the things around to foresee a long term target, I want to be a pilot for instance. An adult is usually more focused however money-minded, I want to get a highly paid R&D job for example. Being a student, my academic targets are about getting good grades and I also have some long term targets. But the important thing is how do I achieve them?
For a long time, I have been following this strategy of short targets. I believe this is one of the regular working plans in this system, not something which I have invented. It goes like this: Instead of taking a long term target, I decompose it into parts, little parts and I focus on these little parts. Consider my academic life, If I have to pass in a subject, I need to study that or I need to know about each chapter of that subject. This is how it works. I arrange my schedule such that I could cope up with the chapters regularly and by the end, I would have done almost the entire subject. But then comes integrity. This is the most important aspect of this strategy. Any individual part may not make that a sense alone. Every segment has to be integrated to aim at the master target.
I believe that this strategy is quite simple as the load is distributed in to parts however a person has to be continuous in it. Since I am a little bit on the lazy side, this strategy is easy for me and I hope that it could be beneficial for people like me.