Oh No! Not another Marathon Sunday
I hate Marathons! Particularly I hate the Mumbai Marathon.
There I’ve said it.
And I’m feeling relieved that I’ve finally come out and made my stand clear.
Well, why do I hate it?
Basically I hate it because obviously I can’t run. All those who like running or who are fond of athletic activity love running. But I’ve never been one for running and the most vigorous physical activity I indulge in these days is clacking away on my key board. It’s not as if I don’t like physical activity – I actually do enjoy stretching out with Yoga, or having a long leisurely walk especially by the sea side, but I am strictly averse to excessive physical exertion – especially running.
Of course, I’m all admiration for those who can run and those who enjoy running but I can’t understand why a few people’s passion has to hold an entire city to ransom. Imagine this – I have to wake up at 7 in the morning and go down the slope to wave off a few runners who are least interested in whether I’m there or not. Then I have to hang around all through the morning watching people run back – some of them downright tired and fed up of running, some in obvious pain but still perversely, doggedly carrying on, others actually having a good time and telling us to cheer for them………..
At the bottom of the slope there’s a party going on with hot tea and coffee accompanied by jalebis and samosas. Last year the beggars under the bridge got wind of this treat and also stood alongside the other spectators. This obviously didn’t go down well with most of us who didn’t want to share pavement space with the pavement dwellers that we’d displaced so that we could scream and yell our encouragement to those people running on the roads.
And I hate those sleek gazelle like winners who make me feel all the more bloated and lazy, especially when I bite into the hot samosa.
And I hate that the road gets dirty with banana peel and orange peel, whistles and empty plastic bottles.
And above all I hate it when the roads are blocked off and we cannot get out of our building simply because the marathoners need the roads to run!!!
I may have griped before but once my daughter had to go for a PG entrance qualifying examination and we had to walk to the railway station ( because no taxi would come) and take the local train to and from the examination centre. Now to many a Mumbaikar particularly those who travel by public transport every day, this might seem like a petty whine – but no it’s not about the traveling by public transport but the fact that if there is a genuine emergency, there is no way I can get out of my building but just wait it out till the emergency vehicle can come and rescue me.
Having said that, I wish all the Marathoners participating in this event all the very best. They truly are a special breed and I salute their honest dedication.
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