Because of pollution in Delhi, I decided to do the time on feet on the treadmill.
I’m lucky enough to make that choice.
The treadmill, convenience and luck aside, which in itself is plenty of weightage, isn’t much fun – at least for me.
It very much remains a test in patience and I fiddled with the speed and incline dials every minute to make time go faster.
Perhaps, on the contrary, it is detrimental in that I am calling attention to time in this manner.
Eventually, I finished strong, began a circuit workout as the young boy began his treadmill run.
I could see his impatience mirroring my own, and reasoned with him, much the way I tried to apply just earlier for myself.
What the philosophies might be, at least we got the job done.
Writing about Running 