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In the long run


Amidst the engagement, sangeet, shadi, bidai blah blah blah on social media - Its Marathon Season!

I usually missed these posts from (very few) of my social friends - sometimes unknowingly and mostly on purpose till last year. This year is different!

It all begun with my (then) new boss (a major fitness enthusiast) asking us about what we did for fitness at our first team lunch, in December 2016. The answer was NOTHING! Yes, I did  nothing.

A hard look at myself led me to realize that under the hurt and pain body shaming by others, I had stopped caring for myself.  While I am 100% against bullying, I realized, it was important for me to do something about Fitness if not Fatness!

It was not until April of the last year that I really acted upon this thought (classic - lazy - me). In April of 2017 when I realized that mere gyming (going to the gym - working out - missing it often - eating more thinking I will work out more tomorrow - actually working out the next day - not losing a pound) was not helping me but actually putting me behind, I surrendered to my sister's belief in a professional dietitian. 8 months and 28 kgs later in December 2017 - I could  finally relate to the joy that a marathoner feels when they adorn that medal. I RAN 10 Kms @ Pinkathon, Mumbai 2017.

The 1 Hr 27 Mins 42 Sec that I ran, memories of judgement, bullying, gossip, nasty comments flashed in front of my eyes. The memory flashes kept fading away as I moved forward, not stopping even for a sip of that energy drink. That run made me realize so much, I could truly feel the weight of all the external negativity be lifted off my shoulders as I ran past onlookers who on a normal day would have made me STOP. I felt free - literally. I felt like a child, I felt like what I should have felt 20 years ago. As a child many of my teachers, friends and relatives made fun of my wobbly gait, thick thighs and made faces on the effects of early puberty - my bust.

As I approached the finish line, I saw my Husband with my parents cheering for me better than cheer-leaders of the IPL and I said to myself - THIS is worth my tears, Not THAT!

That day, I made a promise to myself - I will continue to run - not away from my fears but to win them over!

P.S.: Wish me Luck for the up coming runs this year and the years to come!

Comments

  1. Pratap Dhulap20 January 2018 at 03:36

    All the Best Prajakta. Make us all proud. Your achievement is commendable and an inspiration to all those who feel the same.

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    1. @random20 January 2018 at 10:02

      You are the best cheer leader I could ask for 😘😍😉

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  2. Unknown22 January 2018 at 23:25

    Thats amazing Praju.. keep it up babe.. you are truly an inspiration.

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    1. @random23 January 2018 at 23:09

      Thanks a lot dear ... the love for dance is what I will explore next ;)

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