"Anything is possible, but you have to believe and you have to fight."
-Lance Armstrong
There is something to living life with a fire in your belly. And ADHM 2009 did just that to me. This race will always be very special to me. My journey into Sole Running began from ADHM 2008 when my coach Daniel Vaz (Zico) motivated me to run my first HM. Since then, it has been an amazing journey of hard core training, of failures, of joy, of fear and of hope. And so I ventured into ADHM 2009 with a determination to discover what I was made up of. I was glad I had the belief of my Coach and the love of my family to back me up.
Nov. 1 dawned peacefully over the city which suddenly was wide awake in the wee hours to cheer its runners. As Roshni, Ajay and I reached Nehru Park, the atmosphere was crackling with enthusiasm and apprehension. We met Sundaresan and a few runners from Mumbai. Sundaresan encouraged me to run for fun again with his courageous smile. After a bit of jostling, the race started at 7.30 am sharp and the butterflies immediately settled down as I saw the start line and started my stop watch. Go for it, Madhu!
The Delhi Race is run on flat roads with history caressing you silently as you run with memories of a city which has seen a lot of struggle and triumph from centuries past. This time, I had Zico’s scientific training to back me up and I was running at a pre-determined pace which was designed to take me from my 3: 19 finish to a 2: 58 finish. My training runs had been satisfying and Zico’s constant drill of the science of running ranging from pace, carbo loading, hydration, injuries, rest days, strength and circuit training had given me the courage to face my failures and persevere. I remember Giles remarking on my baby fat : -) and am thankful to both Giles and Zico for helping me build my leg and core musculature to gain speed and endurance. But what made a difference this time was how Daniel prepared me mentally. He motivated me to complete all my training runs in spite of the cruel temperatures and the pain. He taught me how to sustain myself when at the fag end of the race, my legs won’t support me and I would have to trick my brain about the glycogen stores and allow my heart to uplift my spirit and finish the race. It reinforces what Mike Fanelli says about a race: "I tell our runners to divide the race into thirds. Run the first part with your head, the middle part with your personality, and the last part with your heart. "
As you pass through India Gate and remember the martyrs, it humbles your own struggles but also reminds you in Jesse Owens words: "The battles that count aren't the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself - the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us - that's where it's at."
With a silent thanks to India’s brave men who continue to defend us, I continued slowly and steadily with a furtive glance at my watch to check my pace. I was going a minute and a half ahead of my pace and at 14 K, I came at par to my pace. But I soon realized I was in trouble as the mercury rose and my pace started slowing down. I suddenly remembered Zico telling us about Deena Kastor running with a jacket laced with ice cubicles to bring down body temperature. And so at the next water station, I filled my electrolyte bottle with water, drank some water and dumped water all over my head and body. Lo Behold! my pace picked up as my body cooled and I started cruising again. Also, I had been careful to take time out at each water station after 6 km to stop and drink water and stretch my legs. My fears vanished and though I wanted to desperately walk at 18 K, I decided against it. Didn’t want to let myself, my family and my Coach down this time. By this time, I had collided with the Delhi Fun Race people and it was a struggle indeed to weave my way through them. Though it slowed me down, I must say, I liked their joyous spirit and I egged on happy that I was so close to the finish line now. I compared my feelings of desolation last year to jubilation this year as I stepped on the finish line mat at 3:04:38. Oh! What a feeling! There were tears in my eyes, but of joy. I did feel bad about not achieving my target time of 2:58. I had lost precious time at the water stations and jostling through the Fun Race crowd but also quickly realized that had I not cooled off, I would have had history repeat itself. But I am glad I created my own history instead: -)).
I found my family and Roshni after much smsing. The Finish Line was teeming with happy, exhausted faces. And though my body was aching, I reveled in those as I went about congratulating fellow runners and making new friends. In those brief moments, we opened our hearts to each other as we encouraged and appreciated each other. It made me realize "Running is like celebrating your soul. There's so much it can teach us in life." -Molly Barker, founder and executive director of Girls on the Run International
I wish in daily life too, we understand each other’s struggles and pain and help each other to raise ourselves instead of always fighting against each other.
Zico truly helped me graduate from Sole Running to Soul Running in this race. Thanks Sir, for everything.
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