RIFLE RANGE BOY

Finisher trophy So, my inner demon was at work again. This time he got some help from his minute friend of the electron microscopy type. Bogged by an intestinal bug, I was losing precious electrolytes. I had two minds of making it a DNS (did not start) for health reasons. That is when my haloed friend turned up. I thought I was not running for my life or living to run, so run as much as I could and then I can always take the shortest way home! With that defeatist outlook towards completing the race, I armoured myself ready to slay the demon in me. The race, this time around was chaotic. My suspicion of the demonous businessmen making headway in the arena of recreational appears to be true with every race. The registrants keep growing bigger but the goodies gets smaller! Somebody must be laughing all the way to the bank! The Sorcerer Starting off was a non-event, minus all the pomp and usual excitement. I had to wait a good 4 minutes of crawling to clear my chip on t...

Brooks Half Marathon 2012 Modern technology does not always come to the rescue of man all the time. This I discovered when I had overslept because the 'pm' dial was pressed instead of 4.15am alarm which was supposed to be set. When my fellow running buddies turned up at my doorstep, I arose from my beauty sleep. Missing my routine early morning routines like a hot shower and answering nature's call, I had to get ready in a jiffy after a brief freshening up. The aura of the National Stadium cleared up all the sleep in our faces. Packed like sardines, the half marathoners started. I had to wait at least 3 minutes before crossing the starting timing mat and to wrestle another 4 km before breaking loose from the hoggers. Raj was nervous with his debut half after finally being bitten by the running bug and foolishly signing up for the half challenge after managing to dodge it a couple of times before with excuse of work and lucrative remunerations! The challenge took us from...