Updated July 11, 2010:
Unbelievably, this runner quit smoking. The website retains the name.
Updated: Mar 1, 2010:
Approximately an year back, I was wheedled into road running in the most unlikely of circumstances – in the middle of a drink session. That is probably the only promise made over a drink that I have upheld. A year on, I am still running, far better than the stagger to the bar, and setting targets which at that time didn’t even exist to me, far less being dreamed of.
I’ve somehow stumbled across the finish line at the Auroville Marathon on 14 Feb 2010 – and finally there is 1 bling in a very bare and dry life-achievements cupboard. I’m going to be holding on to that moment for a very long time. . There is a long list of people to thank – click on it to see it.
Hopefully, the bugs bitten me and it’s itching. I’m going to try and scratch it and the sequel to the previous comedy is another, hopefully equally engaging, comic tale.
14 April 2009:
2 guys: 1 wannabe aging runner (me) and another accomplished runner with a reputation of having no reputation (prabhakar) had one thing in common: smoking.
Damn. Bad start to the blog. I was supposed to write “running” up there.
Anyways, this is the story of the old wannabe trying to keep pace with the young pacer. I have an objective: to run the marathon one day. If Prabhakar has an objective, I don’t know what it is and even if I did, that would be obselete in 6 months. This blog will tell that story and see if this protogonist will fulfil that objective (comedy) or fall trying (tragedy).
For the record: Prabhakar is mid-40s and smokes 20 cigerettes a day. I am mid-30s and don’t smoke as much as I would want to (ok, promise: this is the only thing that I’ll hide), but it is, by far, much lesser than that pacers smokin’ appetite.