We all fear something. However, most fears are unfounded and irrational and runners’ fears even more so. I thought of some things and I know there are a lot more, so please free to add them in the comment. The strangest, weirdest and most honest fears stand to win adidas goodies 🙂
1) The GPS watch losing signal specially on a day when you know you are running strong and possibly gunning for a PB.
2) Forgetting to apply vaseline on the race day – It’s a valid fear for all men out there. I mean no one wants to be seen with bleeding nipples. Honestly, I get a secret kick out of seeing men suffer because women always fear getting their periods on the race day!
3) Forgetting how to run – I know it sounds strange. How can anyone forget how to run? But when injury forces you to rest for months, this fear creeps in and I’m like did I ever run that much? What if I can’t anymore? How does one run so much?
5) Waking up late on race day – The fear is so genuine that most of us don’t end up sleeping only.
6) Will we ever move on – Most of the times, I think we don’t even know realise but this fear of not making progressing distance or speed wise, is lurking somewhere deep down.
8) Fear of being over taken by the runner you know who has been slower than you are, in the past. Come on let’s accept it, it’s true.
10) FOMO – Fear of missing out. Two good events on the same day in the same city? Damn this social media is making life tougher.
Contest Winning Entry – Congrats Neetul Mohanty 🙂
Her entry –
My sole goal while hitting the last 5 kms of a marathon is to look like a bad-ass heroine of an action thriller where my perfect sprint with “chariots of fire” playing in mind is going to save the world from destruction but that dream is near to impossible. Real picture unfolds a saga of helplessness and agony. I cant feel my hands anymore and my feet is puffed and my face has a silent plead of “help me, I am dying” look and I believe my stomach and lungs are shutting down. I just want to find the finish line before the vultures find me. My dream stride call it perfect sprint is reduced to a wobbly walk on wreckage of two legs and wait what do I see ahead, my biggest fear.My family with cameras flashing on me and loud cheers and claps of “Yo girl, Go Champion”! Freak man, the self proclaimed champion of the family has been caught not just walking but almost stumbling like I am drunk and to tell the story forever are pictures of a ghastly crazy looking woman with sweat patches at the most inappropriate places.Complete freak show.