It is that time of the year again – the time to think about fitness and being in shape and all that paraphernalia (Recently, I have started using this word a lot, much to Mrs. Dhi Only One’s chagrin).
So, I decided enough was enough and it was time to take some action. Being a solely-dependent-on-the-internet-for-my-survival kind of a person, the first thing that I promptly did was to create a wiki for myself. The reason I did this is so that I can track my weight and waist periodically. Yes, notice the urgency I had. I created a wiki, not waste time on surveying gyms and buying weights and all that paraphernalia (managed to type it without any error this time). Of course, I didn’t use a mundane excel sheet since that is too outdated.
The wiki was created, with three fields in bold – date, waist size and weight. The first date was entered promptly. The next thing to do was to figure out (pun intended, smart eh?) how to enter the data for subsequent dates. I finally struck upon the idea that jogging was going to be my bit to ensure that the wiki looks lively and a continuously monitored one.
So, I set about planning for a jog. 6 am in the morning didn’t seem a bad idea, except that the calendar on my phone had to be synchronized with the alarm feature (yes, it is a complicated phone for the solely-dependent-on-the-technology-for-my-survival kinds). Once done, I was all armed and the least bit alarmed.
6 am and the song of Wicked Games by Chris Isaac wafted romantically from my phone. Yes, I had chosen that song as an alarm tone. Bad choice I agree, since all it made me do was to just lie in bed and listen to that song which instantly doubled up as a lullaby. However, the resolve was strong and the table in the wiki flashed before my eyes. I was up in a flash and changed into my jogging gear, which is quite modest in appearance.
I get out of my home gates and start jogging on the road. Immediately a pack of dogs appear, tidying up their night rule and readying to get back to their kennels or to wherever stray dogs of the night go. But heck, why not some last minute fun before hitting home, they thought to themselves. So all of them looked at me, looked at each other and gave a nod and started barking.
Promptly, I in my modest jogging gear did a U-turn and jogged all the way to the nearby park. I did not show any expression of fear or danger on my face. I just calmly jogged my way through the turn and continued jogging for a good 2 minutes or so. The dogs were probably disappointed with that reaction since they too trotted away after putting me in a park with a few hundred old men and women.
This was the tough part. The park has a walkway and it was filled with geriatric activity. Old people in sweaters and shawls were walking at a pace detrimental to a jogger, swinging their hands from one horizon to the other at the back. I slowed down, breathing heavily but kept my jogging motion on. Wading through the hordes of sweaters and sneezes and morning gossip, I maintained my jogging for a good 5 minutes more before I decided, once again, enough was enough. I sat down a bench and watched the folks walking round after round. It made me dizzy. The sun emerged and I walked back home, blissfully content.
It has been four days since I resumed the activity, but heck, I have one entry in the wiki anyway.
More on this later, ladies and gentlemen. Enjoy.