Monthly Archives for September 2015

Running ke side effects!

Fitness, Fitness related, For the soul, Marathons - Anupriya kapur - September 21, 2015

Every weekend as I lace up my Boston Boost for long runs, I get so much more out of it than just the satisfaction of being able to push my body. We are all equals when pounding the pavement and in our sweatiest best its easy to shed the inhibitions and connect.  I tried to make a list of some of the things I could think of, please feel free to add more.

Friends for life – It’s tough to make good friends as you get older. It’s tougher to break ice and even tougher to show your vulnerabilities. But it gets easier when you are already meeting on a common ground. I have made some very good friends since the time I started running in groups.


Partying with the running buddies is a whole lot of fun. For one, I like looking at how different we can all look!! And it’s like we understand each other. The conversations usually start with “How’s your foot/ankle?” to “What event are you doing next ?” to  “Let’s drink a lot tonight ok, we can’t for the next few months as ADHM/SCMM is coming”.

Soft networking – They say running is the new golf! When I was baking commercially, I got the first set of cake orders from my running buddies. And now a few clients for my content writing bit.1524042_1457624537801707_872612907_o 1014012_1462801253950702_167645169_n

The best breakfast places – I would have never discovered (or just the inertia would have made it impossible) the best tapri chaiwaalas (with mathi of course), Andhra Bhavan, Karnataka Bhavan, Throttle Shrottle, Roots, Sarvana Bhavan, A2B and Sagar, had it not been for running.10646950_10152808204236948_7677933782971634553_n

Constant source of inspiration – I no longer browse through books to get inspired. I see it every time, in each and every runner. The happy selfies do not reveal what they have been through or are going through, it takes courage and perseverance to be there despite all odds and that is enough for me to keep going.

Explore the city – Had it not been for running I doubt I would have ever explored the beautiful trails and parks in Gurgaon and Delhi. Manger trail, Bhati trail, Sanjay van etc are the only few places where I get to soak in nature.1779291_10151862868445388_708465251_n


The details – Life moves at an easy pace and I tend to observe much more while running, like the beautiful lamps hanging in someone’s balcony, an elderly woman enjoying a hearty laugh on the swing or the children playing pithu on the streets.


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Excuse me, while I crib about my shoes!

Fitness, Fitness related, For the soul - Anupriya kapur - September 14, 2015

There is scarcely anything more engrossing to watch than displays of sheer strength and endurance. What is even more pleasurable is when one comes across absolute raw talent. Untainted by the glitter of sponsorships, modeling contracts or media coverage. I came across something of the sort recently. I saw a 40 year old Haryanvi man climb up a tree and do what looks like splits in the air while holding on to the not-so-thick trunk of the tree with nothing but his extended hands. I can’t imagine what kind of core strength it requires to be able to do this. I asked him for a repeat performance so that I could make a video on my phone. I didn’t realise he would anyway be doing reps!

I ended up talking to him about how he does what he does and his dead reply was “Bas ji bachpan se pedh chadan ka shaunk se” (I love climbing trees since my childhood days), to which his friend or lacky (not quite sure) chimed in saying “re ji jab inka mann karein hai to is parak ke pachhis se tees (25-30) chakkar bhaag lete hai pedh chadne se pehle” (he runs about 25-30 rounds of the park at times just like that). The track is one kilometer long. He was wearing a shirt, trousers and torn keds. These are people who do it for the sheer love of what they do. Not for events or time or medals or certificates or staying in shape but because they must answer a voice within or may be it’s just a way of life.

A friend of mine had written a poem a while back which was from the perspective of these super talented but lesser fortunate athletes – it’s too profane to post here. It was about what they must think when they see us in our shiny dri-fits, our headbands and our writstbands, our bright water bottles. I already give away all event t-shirts, used shoes, and whatever other running paraphernalia I may or may not have use for. But in that moment I was hit by a sinking realisation of how far it is from enough. And how little else there is that I can do about it.

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