I've realized now that its vastly different to write a couple of pieces about a particular topic and get done with it, vis-a-vis writing on a single topic with multiple characters, spreading it over many pages and hours. But the effort continues to go in and I'm hoping that some day it'll see the light of the day. Atleast, I'll have the satisfaction of having made an effort. If Rome can't be built in a day, throw in a per diem and a few more weeks with sufficient skilled labour, and a decent architecture will be delivered. Good enough for old J.C. to appreciate or Nero to fiddle with, only time will tell. And so will JC.
I've managed with some effort also, to run a little more than 10 kilometers in one single session. I guess I've made a mention of that uncorroborated fact in as many forums as I can. And I still can't get enough. The reasons are two fold - for someone who is on the journey to very high fitness levels, it means a lot and defines a certain milestone on the ardous yet exhilirating journey. The joy of seeing the treadmill indicator turning 10.000 is unexplainable and can lead to one letting out a silent "hurray" from the oral cavity, hands thrust in air vertically and losing balance due to the act. The other reason why it excites me is to do with my confidence levels. Its not a commodity I carry around in excess, very specifically in certain areas like physical fitness. So seeing myself run 10 km (wall-to-wall mirror placed on the left) in an hour and 15 minutes, and knowing that some of my fitter friends have taken about the same time, does wonders to my confidence.
This is my second attempt at long-term fitness, the first being executed when I was in Hyderabad. I have written about the previous experience in earlier posts including sufficient detail about the characters I met there. My current fitness center, though not having as many patrons as the previous one, makes up in the portfolio of patrons. We have 200 pound aunties leaving massive sweat stains the shape of a double-O when they sit down on the stools we use for workout, 80 pound girls assuming that they are size 0 and a host of individuals whose daily fitness-roster form reads "want to make 6 pack" in the "objective" section. (For the record, my "objective" was to "lose 8 - 10 kgs".
Maybe some day, time permitting, I will write about all these characters and my interaction with them. Interaction needn't always be personal and in fitness centers I can vouch that its largely the interaction of sweat molecules.
I'm writing this blog at a whim with no plan in mind. Not that it would make a big difference to the outcome (confidence, was I saying?). By their very nature, blogs have to be either informative or entertaining. This one is neither. Its completely personal and at this instant, the blog is my sounding board on a public forum. Nothing beyond it.
On an off-note, news of MJ's passing away, I gather, has revived a big interest in his music (was it ever gone?). I'm wondering which other artist will be able to make an impact as big as this one, if he were to pass away (not that I want them to). Dylan, I'm guessing. But then again, I'm an ardent follower of his music and hence could be prejudiced. A song from his '63 album, "The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan" follows - Don't Think Twice, Its Alright.
Back to tripping on it...
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don’t know by now
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It never do, somehow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
Don't think twice, it's all right
It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
So don't think twice, it's all right
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never done before
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right
Lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye's too good a word, gal
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right
