I reluctantly opened my eyes hoping I wouldn’t have to get up. But I
managed to roll out of my bed and looked outside the window. The first light of
the August morning enticed my attention as I shrugged off my beautiful sleep. I
stepped outside my room to the welcoming call of the morning birds. After a
quick refresh, I geared up and crossed the road to the running track around
Agara Lake, The then not so polluted water body in Bangalore.
The perks of being a morning person are to enjoy the serene beauty of
dawn. As I jogged into my regular track, the sky was lighting up. As my knees
kept bending and moving ahead, the biting chillness of the morning became
bearable. My heart pumped faster and I could sense my joints get oiled up for
the day ahead. Beads of sweat battled their way out despite the chillness out
there. My lungs filled up and so did my zeal with every step. Despite wanting
to give up midway I pushed and puffed ahead. I could feel my throat and lips
dry up when i was almost done with the run. Phew!!!
This ritual every morning reassured me of the strength that was innate
in me whenever I wanted to give up. Not just being a physical challenge, the
endurance of my character was tested. The sense of fulfilment that the morning
run gave me could match no other.
It is disheartening to know that today our lifestyles have tagged
physical exercise as a chore or obligation rather than a routine or habit.
Rolling a heavy ball is indeed a challenge at first. But as it turns and turns
the ball gathers momentum and rolling it becomes easier. Likewise the habit to
get out of bed and sprint is only a challenge until it becomes a daily habit.
Every morning, that extra mile we
run, those additional push ups we take or just the drive to get out of bed in
the morning could be the one magic ingredient needed to light the thunder
for that day.
