Rest days with day travel can sometimes be contrary to what a rest day should be. To sleep in extra hour. To use the morning time for something else. But then again Monday at work can’t be true rest – not for me – but I wouldn’t trade my routine or long run for anything different.
And I had used the day for travel – so in that sense it was the something else – away from the packed humdrum of Monday work routine.
Back in Delhi in the evening, when the disembarkation began, I used my stopwatch to see how long it would take me to exit the airport. Seated in the middle of the plane, it took me 4:50 to exit the plane and just under a total of fifteen minutes to reach the exit. Elite marathon runners would have run more than five kilometres in that time.
The travel back home in the car would take me nearly an hour. Door to door this would make it about five and half hours. Plus, the four and half hours that it took in the morning to reach my destination.
Tomorrow morning the routine begins again. I wonder if it’s the treadmill, the road or the track. We’ll see, I tell myself as I move in crawling traffic, nearing home – not more than fifteen minutes away for an elite runner.
I start my watch again to see what happens – will the elite runner reach home or would I, in spite of the traffic?
It turned out that it would have been a photo finish, reaching at just about the same time.
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