I used to be a health freak. Used to be. Ummmm..about 10 - 12 years ago. About 3 years ago, I went from being a 'freak' to 'conscious'. These days, it's turned to 'subconscious'. I better do something about it before it further gets into the health 'unconscious' mode. There was a time when I used to run (not jog, run) for about 8 kilometers every single day, come rain come shine. I was in college and yeah, Anu was already in my life. She wasn't exactly the 'swoon-over-sculpted-romans' kinds, and I never really felt inspired to take care of my fitness to fit the needs of the fairer kinds. I just felt good running. And there was the bicycle. Every other teenager in town used to have the ATBs...And boy what fun! I and another friend used to go to neighboring towns on our ATBs, early mornings.. Pure bliss! I sold the bike a year later. I graduated to much faster beasts: moped, then scooter...but hey, the running continued.
Many years later, I got married. Anu was still not the 'swoon-over-sculpted-romans' kinds, and I continued running. For a year or two. And then it stopped. Like the shower at my place. Just like that. Poof. It came limping back a few months later but then it died on me again. For good.
And what's with this 'I MUST start jogging again from this weekend' thing? I could never come up with an explanation for that one. You want to run, run, don't wait for a weekend. Right? Yeah, right. And I've been so verbal about this weekend thing that even my daughter has begun asking me whether I'd be going jogging on Saturdays. Hmphfh!!
Tomorrow's saturday; hmmmm...