Goals.
Who knew having goals motivated people? What, it’s a well known fact? Apparently, I had no idea about it. In retrospect, I always have goals, all the time. And all these happen to be new goals that I keep making every other minute. And to the say the least, I end up having no idea which one to tackle first. They started overflowing so much that I ended up not doing even one of them. 

21KM! What? I seem to have a very bad metric calculation in my mind. It is no secret that I had slacked a little in maths during my school and even in college days. Thankfully, it is a thing of the past. Or so I thought. Long story short, I was under the impression that a half marathon was supposed to be 11 km and a marathon was 21 km. I had no idea I was way off when I decided to push myself to go and run the half marathon. Apparently, the promo code I was given doesn’t work for 5K race, which totalled to 65 bucks, while the half and full marathon were clearly double and triple. The proceedings of the marathon were supposed to be going for a charity, but then again there was a promo code which I had to see if it still worked. I had been given multiple reminders to to register but at the time I was growing in other unreachable goals and I had been putting it off for later. But for some reason I tried registering last night. And the reason being that there was a promo code which I had not seen until yesterday. I tried to go for 5K race because I know very well what happened last time when I decided to go for a 10K run assuming that I had the stamina. It was not something I had tried, tested and came to a conclusion, it was the assurance that people who knew me for a minute had. They were not wrong from their point of view. I had been going close to 20K bicycle rides and then played badminton for a hour or two, with little or no break in between. They had their reasons to say that. I should have know better. I was panting profusely, legs were burning and not to mention, I walked at least three quarters of the whole run. In my mind, I would definitely get a medal for completing second, if not first. But the fact was further from the truth.

I did a mental calculation. The run was exactly ten days away and if I build up 2 km stamina each day, I would easily reach 20K in ten days. Very easy. It took be a couple muscle cramps and pains in places I knew nothing of to bring me back to earth. My calculation was not only off, it was not even the same subject. It took me almost 3 years t get back to gym and I was not sure whether the process had changed. I have a lot of inhibitions and with one of them, I had been skipping gym even after they opened and allowed people. And today was my first day back. I was amped up. I had ‘goals’ to reach and very little time. If it were a movie, I would have a soundtrack and I would be pushing my limits and the na little more. Ten days? Hell, I would have done that in 5 days, maybe even 2 days. Movies! Unfortunately, I was not in one, and there was no soundtrack. I did have a killer playlist though. The gym was mostly the same, all the equipment almost in the same place, new people, my renewed introvertedness. I was pretty sure I was going to get into my element just as I start to workout. Treadmill. The first one to be knocked down. 10K was my my goal. And it didn’t take long to reach that. I was trying to avoid looking at the distance, so that I would end up appreciating myself for breaking my preset value. And after a while, which felt like eternity and of course it consisted of walking for half the time, it still showed 1. It was supposed to show 10, but for some reason it showed almost ten times less. By that time, I started getting pains in all the new places. I was forced to take a break, by myself of course. And before I knew, after 10 min, I was out. I was pretty sure that the people who say me come in might have just finished one set and I was already out of the door. One of the reason (now that I stopped it abruptly I will come up with a million reasons) is that I hadn’t had proper food before I decided to carry out my new renowned goals. I hadn’t had dinner the previous night, nor did I had breakfast and not even lunch. Oh well, I had an apple last night and a banana before hitting the gym, and I went to gym in the evening after getting back from office. I had a feeling that I might pass out, as much as I want to believe that I have great stamina, it is not true. I would rather not get into the hassle of getting an ambulance called on me and they finding out my food schedule. 

I am not sure how I am going complete the half marathon. Well, there are a few hospitals along the run, I might just go there instead of the finish line. Or before I knew someone just might bring me there and continue with their run. 

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