Trekking and Mountaineering

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Prologue : My BMC at ABVIMAS July 2015 – 1

(Originally intended to be published in September 2015!)

Its now been a month and a half since I completed the course that has been a distant dream to me ever since I can remember. To give you a better perspective, my love for the mountains goes back more than two decades, probably back when I was turning into a rebellious “eigh”-teenager (yep I was 18) looking for something to take me away from monotony into the Shangri-la that I had read about.

The wistful thinking and longing to explore wondrous lands finally found release in my first year of Architecture when I managed to save up some money and moved out solo on a shoestring budget to the mysterious lands of the North East during the college vacations. The actual experience was the clincher for me…the very sight of the grand snow capped Himalayas was quite simply love at first sight. I knew then, that I had found my calling, that nothing would keep me away from them for long.

Time went by and although I felt satiated by regular trips and treks to the majestic massifs, there was always this inexplicable gnawing inside…the burning desire to climb the stairway to heaven…to view the world from above. I could only imagine the splendor that would unfold below me…to be one with the sky, the closest one could feel to flight. And so, the seed was sown … a seed that grew gradually until it had turned into a deep rooted desire.

The thought simmered all through the years while I worked to try and get myself settled and secure the future, not only for me and my wife, but also for our daughter. As professionally and financially we got more stable, our daughter proved to be (still is and forever will be) a real charmer and I loved watching her grow and being with her all the way through. By the time she turned 4, my desire to be with the mountains suffered another setback. I was diagnosed late with an auto immune disorder – Uveitis, and by the time anything could be done, my eyes had progressed into full blown cataract with the steroid use bringing on glaucoma. I have been used to setbacks so despite this being a tough period, my loved ones supported me and amazingly I pulled through with the surgery regaining about 70% of my eyesight. What that reminded me was that I should not let my dream go and should instead start re-focusing and get back in shape … who knows what tomorrow may bring!

A few years further on and finally I was ready to begin in earnest. My immediate target was to improve my stamina and lose some weight. Squash at the club turned out to be a blessing…and I was soon enjoying the hours of practice and the long matches on court. Fitness improved and I also lost 7 kilos in 2 months. However after a year and a half of playing squash, i noticed my chronic knee ligament (from an injury when I was 16) start to flare up. I realised that my competitiveness would not allow me to play squash just to paddle about a bit…I would always strive to get better, and this would lead to possible deterioration of the knee beyond salvage. It was then that I thought that perhaps distance running would serve me better – improve my stamina, endurance and my lung capacity. As it turns out, it was the right choice and I fairly quickly settled into being able to do half marathons reasonably comfortably. This was also followed by a couple of moderately tough treks and a minor summit in Uttarakhand that helped build confidence.

A few months later, I was able to run my first marathon, which was quite an achievement for me. Just a couple of days after the run, as I sat wondering about my next challenge – wanting to do an ultra, a realisation struck me…in the madness of trying to become a better runner, I was losing the bigger picture! I went on to the HMI NIM and ABVIMAS websites and found out that 39-40 is the maximum age to do the Basic Mountaineering Course. This year (2015) I would complete 40, and this really was it. There was no more time left to prepare…I had to register now or it would be never. I called up NIM and HMI but was informed that courses were full for months and it wasn’t very likely I would get enrolled this year. That left ABVIMAS where I was relieved to find that I could enroll and was pretty much assured a seat. Around end of Feb 2015, I sent out my form and I was confirmed by around end of March via email. FINALLY, I had taken the step that I had always wanted to and now there was no turning back. I chalked out a plan to get myself in shape with important milestones set up. This would not be easy as I had to work on my upper body, overall stamina AND endurance…but the very challenge and the thought of finally being able to do “IT” was enough to push me on an adrenaline fueled  punishing schedule.

The final few months flew by and before I knew it, July was looming. My flight tickets had been booked in advance and on June 28th I finally flew off into the unknown…excited and intimidated in equal parts. Only time would tell if my training had been good enough to overcome my physical disabilities.


Mussoorie Half Marathon 2014 – Probably The Toughest Half Marathon in India!


(Disclaimer: Except the sunset pics, none of the pics have been clicked by me and are not my property. I have used a number of pics clicked by the Mussoorie HM guys and its full credit to their photographers. The intention is to portray the beauty of the race and not my skills at photography, so I do not lay claim to any of them… and they are all fantastic clicks)


The beautiful Mussoorie HM

The beautiful Mussoorie HM

The fantastic vista all around

The fantastic vista all around


I was fortunate to have run the Mussoorie Half Marathon on Saturday the 1st of Nov 2014 as it was pretty much as near a perfect run as I can hope for! This was the third edition of the run and the first running this year of a new course that led along the ridge from Mussoorie to Dhanaulti. This was expected to be an extremely tough course and I’m glad to say, it was true to its word!

Before I get any further with the race details, I would like to thank whoever it was that mentioned this lesser known Half Marathon on a discussion involving which was the toughest hill half marathon in India. The general consensus is the Satara Half Marathon but that is probably because it is so well known and because it has a prize money which draws elite runners. I have been on a quest to do all the toughest hill runs in India and thus, it was without hesitation that I registered for this awesome run. (one of the best decisions I have made in a while!)


The Registration fee was a paltry Rs. 500 and that included a t-shirt, post run snacks (bananas and biscuits) and a manual timing certificate. This year the medals were only for the top 3 finishers in all categories 5k, 10k and 21k men and women. (Apparently last year the registration fee was higher and a medal was included… but I cannot be sure about that since this was my first run here)

Event details (bib pickup times, mela schedule etc) can be found on the event website –


Now onto the experience … 🙂


Oct 31st Friday

I reached Jolly Grant airport in the afternoon and caught a pre-paid taxi till Mussoorie (cost Rs. 1600) The taxi raced manically with its horn blaring through the dusty Dehradun streets, populated by insanely adventurous drivers who love honking and overtaking at the slightest possible opportunity. I have seen this insane driving around Rishikesh all the way till Joshimath, so I think I can safely conclude that this is a common Uttarakhand problem! No one seems to have patience in this state! After a torrid 45 minutes of sensory annihilation, we finally escaped Dehradun and started out on the outskirts and up the slopes to Mussoorie. For a seasoned Himalayan traveller like me, the green hills do not provide anything exceptional…on the contrary they suffer from the same problem that every hill town in India does – haphazard development leading to ugly concrete structures perched sporadically along their sides.

After a total of about 2 hrs and 10 mins, up winding slopes and switchbacks, we finally reached Mall road and I was dropped off near the point where the road forks off leading to Woodstock school. I called up my friend and fellow runner from Mumbai – Amar, and found that he was still about an hour away, so decided to tuck into a quick lunch while I waited.

It was about 3:30 pm when Amar and I met at Mall Road and began the walk to Woodstock school gate for the race packet pick-up. The school is 3 kms from this point and the altitude keeps rising as we go further eastwards. After about 40 minutes of hauling our bags and ourselves over the slopes, breathing in the rarefied air and dodging the insane drivers, we finally reached the school gate. Steve Luukkonen, the P.E. teacher at Woodstock School, is the driving force  behind this run. He is a runner par excellence and an awesome, ever-smiling host! He was distributing the race packet personally and answering the queries we had.


The bib pickup - Woodstock school gate

The bib pickup – Woodstock school gate


Steve incidentally has been the winner on both the previous occasions on the earlier route. This year was a new route and would be the first time the Half marathon would officially be run. Steve explained that the run would begin from the gates of the HANIFL centre, one km further up the road, so we went walking ahead to recce and make sure we knew what awaited us the next day. Running up the initial slope from the start point literally took our breath away and we knew tomorrow would be a real test. As we walked back and passed the school gates, we saw a couple of guys taking selfies with the Libyan flag draped around their shoulders. They waved a hello to us and we got talking. Both were friends, pursuing B Tech in a university in Dehradun and had been practicing for the event by running up slopes near their college. One of them was a Libyan – Walid, while the other was a Keralite – Vinod. We wished them luck and as the sun set spectacularly at the back, we parted ways.




Silhouetted trees in the gorgeous sunset



the sunset without the trees 🙂


We decided to walk back to our hotel – Club Mahindra to help us acclimatise better and that was probably a smart move. The walk back was pretty demanding as it was 5 kms from the HANIFL Centre and the fact that it was perched high up on Gun Hill meant there was a steep slope and a long flight of stairs to negotiate before we finally tumbled into our rooms around 7 pm. We were absolutely tired and after some coffee and freshening up, decided to have a quick dinner and turn into bed asap. Dinner begins from 8 pm onwards and we were the first in the restaurant … quickly ordered dal, palak paneer and rotis and somehow got it all down without falling asleep at the table! By 9, we were back, and within a minute of getting to bed I was asleep .



Nov 1st Saturday

We woke up at 4 am, got refreshed, had some badam milk and coffee and were ready to start marching. By 5 am, we were out of the room and marching down the Gun Hill slope to meet Saurabh at the junction of Library Chowk and Mall road. The lights of Dehradun glittered in the distance and the early morning sky was pretty clear and chill as we marched rapidly toward HANIFL Centre. After an hour-ish of brisk walking, we were at the centre by 6:15 am.

The place was already bustling with Steve marshaling his troops along. A desk was quickly brought out for registration check-ins and runners were quickly and efficiently cleared out as per the distance chosen. Everyone was in great spirits and very friendly, and we met with and chatted up quite a few folks. The facilities were perfect – plenty of water, ample toilets and a spacious luggage cloak room.

the start line was 100 metres down the road from the HANIFL Centre while the finish was right at the Hanifl gates, so we crossed the finish before we even began! A lovely sunrise peeked over the plains in the distance as we got ready to begin.



The rosy glow across the pains (taken from Hanifl centre)


The sunrise again, this time from the start line.


A total of 65 runners had registered for the Half Marathon, of which it seems 37 (or 38) actually turned up. Me and Amar (Ranu) were the only runners representing Mumbai, and I also bumped into a friend of mine, Shishir Gupta from Delhi, who had recently done the Leh Half marathon…he would be a good judge of whether this marathon did stand up to the test of difficulty! As we waited for the final (on the spot) Registrants to come on down to the starting line, we spied bib number 332 and got this cool pic together


Sequential bonding pre-run

Sequential bonding pre-run


Steve belted out a few final instructions :

– throw the paper cups on the road, a vehicle will sweep past (do not chuck them over the road side)

– Make sure you turn around the mid-way point and ensure your bib number is recorded (no timing chips for this run)

– enjoy the run

All sensible advice… here he is “dictating” terms at the Start Line.


General Steve at the Battlefield frontline.

General Steve at the Battlefield frontline.


At about 10-12 mins past 7 am, we were off and running with Steve leading the way. As an aside, it was incredible to see a bladerunner (bib # 343) in the lineup (you can see him in the pic above right at the start) competing in an incredibly tough run. His name is Prakash Sodhi and he fought hard and completed the run with a superb time of 3:29. A true victory of the spirit and I am fortunate to have known him through this run. I hope to meet him again next year and run with him!


...and the race begins! Amar can be seen in the fluorescent XPTC t-shirt zooming away ahead of me.

…and the race begins! Amar can be seen in the fluorescent XPTC t-shirt zooming away ahead of me.


Everybody zoomed off down the short slope and then virtually raced up the steep slope, leaving poor me struggling at the back of the pack, slowly enjoying my way up, taking in the sights. The first slope after the start line is steep, although its not an insanely steep slope as it seems, and can be negotiated, IF one keeps his breathing regulated. It does take a toll on the legs and well, that’s the story for pretty much the entire course! there was a water station aorund the 1.5 km point and then another at the 2.5 km point. You can see the slopes from the route elevation at the end of the blog post and can also see my lap breakup times.

The first couple of kms take you around a curve that is in shade and then finally open out on the other side around the 2.5 km water station into bright sunshine. The route there on largely continues in the sunshine for pretty much till the halyway point and back, which ensures the chill factor at the start is not really felt. (the temperature at the start must have been around 11-12 degrees celsius) Thankfully there wasn’t much wind, which meant that once warmed up, we actually enjoyed the lovely sunshine and the cool temperatures!


me and Tara at the top of the first steep section, about to turn into the sun!

me and Tara at the top of the first steep section, about to turn into the sun!


There in the pic above you can see us, the “turtles” bringing up the rear of the runners. (even the bike dude seems to be looking at us quizzically) To my right is Tara Kaplan, an amazing lady, she is the nurse at the school, a superb, strong runner (who never stopped during the entire run!) and an absolute gem of a person. She was my running partner during the run, and it was thanks to her that I did not feel tired at all! In fact, its thanks to her that I enjoyed the tough run more than I have enjoyed any other run! I did not even know how the time went by and we had already reached the turn around point! My eternal gratitude to her for her company.


Finally the downslope!

Finally the downslope!


The long downslope (3-4 kms) after the torrid upslope from the start-line (which was also 3-4 kms) is a relief and great fun. You can see the downslope all along our back (which obviously became the upslope on the way back) Around the 5 kms mark (I think) the road turns around and opens up a vista where the Himlayan range is usually visible, except that on our race day, the clouds had already come in and closed the mountains up.

The final 3 odd kms to the turn around point were also a painful upslope, but I finally managed it happily and wasn’t all that tired! Enroute we ended up overtaking a few of the early rabbits at our steady pace which meant that I was not likely to finish last! 😀

After the turnaround point,  its a pretty similar grind back and the real test begins around the 15-16 km mark where the steep slope begins. I tramped on till the 17.5 km point and finally decided to take a long-ish break to rest my strained muscles! Tara however was as strong as ever and she disappeared into the distance without needing a single break while I manfully marched on.


A pic of me solo probably not far from the end!

A pic of me solo probably not far from the end!


…and finally after some serious effort in the ending stages (there was a half kilometre upward spike slope before the final km) I was at sight of the finishing line in 2 hrs 33 mins. A total of approximately 6300 feet of elevation climbed with the minimum altitude being 6700 feet and the max being approximately 7600… a seriously tough half marathon ended very satisfyingly in 20th position.


The finish line after 2:33

The finish line after 2:33


Post race, we all gathered at the HANIFL lawns and I gobbled down bananas and Parle G biscouts and a lot of water. That’s where I heard the news that the Libyan runner – Walid, who had been running really hard and well, had severe breathing trouble and collapsed due to the lack of oxygen, which led him to be taken away by ambulance. his partner, Vinod though finished strongly in 3rd place.

I forgot to mention this but we spoke to Shishir at the end, and he confirmed that this Half marathon was indeed tougher than the Leh HM. He said that the Leh HM had only 2 real sectors of slopes while the majority was a gentle slope/flat run. the only issue there was the low oxygen which could be overcome if you stayed there for a week and acclimatised well. This HM though was much tougher with its constant and extreme elevation changes at altitude. So he rates this as much tougher than the Leh HM…and I will be trying this out myself next year and reporting back.


The winner Nate, from new Zealand,  set an absolutely stunning time of 1:25 which was obviously a course record and probably one that will stand for quite a while!

Before I sign off with this report though, I would like to extend my thanks and a special mention to the incredibly enthusiastic cheerleaders at the water stations, whose screams of support  (audible from half a kilometre away) were like a beacon of hope guiding me to the promised land (rest!).

The amazing cheerleaders!

The amazing cheerleaders!


At the finish line, the starting sequential trio again! The promising runner Saurabh Singh from Agra who had been our companion at the start ended up 4th and was bitterly disappointed not to have got 3rd… missed out by a few seconds! Amar finished 14th and Manish, on my right finished a few seconds ahead of me in 19th.


The trio with our certificates

The trio with our certificates



As promised earlier, here is the route map and elevation and below it, the link to the Garmin race stats.


The Mussoorie HM Route Map

The Mussoorie HM Route Map


Click here for the Mussoorie Half Marathon Garmin stats

Click here for the event website photos and results


A few other awesome pics of the run below…hope many more Mumbai runners come along. Tara was wistfully hoping to have more female runners, sadly there were just too few and none from out of station. Hopefully our Mumbai ladies will join up and enjoy this truly fantastic run.


met these two around the 15 K mark, they were playing 'Whole Lotta Love' by Led Zep ! awesome! :)

met these two around the 15 K mark, they were playing ‘Whole Lotta Love’ by Led Zep ! awesome! 🙂

A view of the lovely dark forests

A view of the lovely dark forests







Distance Running and High Altitude Trekking Mountaineering


Not a long post this one, its just to make people aware of something that is crystal clear to me.


To start with, let us get to social media – I use it to connect with like minded individuals who appreciate our world and nature like I do. I seek no fame, no appreciation and NEVER any likes! The only reason I share my posts on social media is for people to read them and I hope it helps them. I talk about my experiences, but they are not “selfies” – they are a log of precious thoughts that some may appreciate.


So before we go further, if you guys have bothered to read below the first few lines, then please note, I do not want a “like” to this post. It does not make you any less my friend. It just means your interest is different from mine…and that is perfectly alright! We are all born different, so there should never be any need to acknowledge or applaud a writer or a mountaineer – cos we are very selfish. We do it to experienc ethe world and what it has for us, to pen down our pexeriences. Perhaps for a runner it would be different – the cheering crowds would possibly make him go that few milliseconds faster, but a mountaineer has no point to prove to anyone! So, if you loved what I wrote, message me instead and say you want to experience the magic of nature…likes are irrelevant.


If you have got through the above lines, I thank you (yea I can be difficult at times! ask my wife)


So what do i Find similar between the two?

– A pure distance runner does not care for what people think. He/she breaks his/her own mentally set PBs.

– He/she actively ENCOURAGES others to go beyond their limits and is unselfish. (its rare nowadays in this world of Garmins and Endomondos!)

– He/she loves the world and tries to clean up any garbage/nonsense enroute.

– He/she never really cares abot running conditions – we are made for hardship. We accept that we are fortunate to be able to do what we do 🙂

– He/she NEVER gives up…not if we have a 103 degree fever or a swollen leg. Even if we have to crawl, we WILL.

– He/she is mad/eccentric and is sure we have a licence to go mad, come what may (consequences) at least once a year (that’s balancing practicality as we get older!)

-He/she never thinks age is EVER  a factor. We do our best and believe we can beat anyone! BUT when we get beat, we have the courtesy and the grace to acknowledge, congratulate and befriend the one who beat us, why? cos the man/woman deserves it! We know to fight hard and at the same time RESPECT those who are awesome!

– Whatever group one may form, running is individualistic. That’s the same as mountaineering. The only way for peopel to get together is to have mutual respect and ability and then assist each other. If anything, mountaineering is way less forgiving than distance running!

– Lastly… we NEVER miss a chance to be with nature – why? cos the world as we knew it as a child is no longer the same … and the world we will know in 5 years time, will be as alien as Mars.


Runners and Mountaineers never give up. We reach the top – not for ego. Its for pushing ourselves to something we never thought possible… and for seeing such unbelievable sights and have such experiences that we never thought we could have.


The world is a fragile and remarkable place and there are many who would destroy it. We have very little time and lots to do.


From someone who has tasted blood, take it from me… the world looks heavenly from the top – I would easily curl up and breathe my last there, rather than come back to this incredibly callous, dog-eat-dog cauldron of desire that is the modern world.

Wannabe Marathoner : Season 1 Lessons and Memories


medals season 1

Season 1 – all Medals


As is often the case, there has been a hiatus since the last post. Guess its the usual laziness that always creeps into amateur bloggers! However, I decided that it was indeed high time I got the writing back onboard simply because Season 2 has already begun for me and I need to make sure I document everything for posterity, where I will probably look back and read my posts with great amusement at what went through my mind as a newbie! 🙂


The photo above shows the assortment of cool looking medals that race organisers have been kind enough to bestow upon the runners. They mean a lot, as each of them associates itself with myriad memories – the route, the weather, the location, the runners, friends made, the agony, the sweat and most of all, the one unifying factor, the ecstasy of sprinting across the finish line satisfied with your effort. No doubt, most of the medals will degrade and get corroded within a short span of time, but their memory will forever remain. Sometimes I do wish the organisers would take a bit more money but make sure they give out quality medals that would last! but well…guess its in tune with the modern world where everything is so fleeting, so transitory… and THAT is why I must make sure I keep a record, for those times when I one day sit back and read through what I felt and fondly remember my struggles and the effort I put in pre-run to achieve what I finally did!

Mumbai Daud

My first distance run Dec 2013


Yep, that above was my first ever run in an organised event. As I have mentioned in some post a long time ago, I got into running for the sole purpose of increasing my fitness to become a successful mountaineer. From the Goechala trek in Nov, and this run on return, me and my perpetual partner Tapan, decided to stick with it and test ourselves beyond the 10K mark. (Our very first registration had been the 6K SCMM Dream Run…and that too with trepidation!) Its here that I must reflect on the nature of the human mind (or at least my mind!) … 6 kms run had seemed a huge mountain to climb for us when we registered but when we did our first EVER run in the last week of October, in National Park, we set a target of 6kms to begin with… just to see how impossible it truly was. What was euphoric in the morning (successfully having run 6k) turned disappointing in the evening! THAT’S the brain for you (at least mine!) – once a certain target gets achieved easily, it wants to reach the next – push itself and the body to its limits.


We did not really run much after that; most of November was spent in Darjeeling/Sikkim, on the high altitude trek which we did spectacularly easily (so yes, those 2-3 runs prior to the trek of 6 kms DID help)

When we came back, I saw the ad for Mumbai Daud and with the (as always) incredulous Tapan (“will we be able to do it?”) registered for the 10K. We did about 3-4 practice runs along the route, with only one run of 9k and then came straight for the event. We finished in a decent time of 1 hr each…but to us it seemed to be a bad time since we saw others running faster than us (yep, the naivete of newbies) – we thought we should have done better, but could not really figure out where to improve. The obvious conclusion was that we just did not grit our teeth hard enough and pump ourselves dry…so we decided to aim for breaking our 1 hr barrier.

10K races aren’t THAT easy to come by and with school holidays etc, there weren’t too many on offer or ones that we could do (we had missed the November start of the season and most of December runs) Also we were only looking for runs in and around Mumbai – which aren’t that many!


To cut a long story short, the 1 hr barrier stayed intact, and kept taunting me for quite a while. Around came Matherun, and Tapan actually DID break the barrier by 3 seconds! He did a 59:57, while I did not have a very good run and took a bit of a tumble on the way down and ended up with a 1:07, which was mainly due to me being conservative and not knowing how much to push for – since it was the first time I was running up such inclines!

The next real opportunity we got was the Puma Urban Stampede in Mumbai at BKC – flat course and a team run (2 X 10 relay) This was where I was determined to break the barrier; I have this weird mentality that when solo, I tend to not really push myself but when in a team which depends on me, I give it everything I have (and then some!) I decided to take the first leg and told Tapan to take the anchor, since he was much faster than me. I did my fastest 5 K by pushing hard in the beginning, but around the 7 k mark, I started feeling the burn. I also wasn’t aware of how much time had elapsed since my GPS tracker was unable to pick up consistent GPS. I was thus relying on mental (approximation) math to pace myself. Around the 8 km mark I was really flagging, being mostly on my own with a few runners ahead of me, and a few quite a distance behind me. I was cursing the route and swearing that there was something wrong and it was more than 10 K, when a lady smoothly glided past me. That brought me back to my sense…I observed her running and realised, she was looking absolutely effortless, and THAT’S when it struck me what I was doing wrong! I was the proverbial dinosaur trying to pound my body into trying to speed up but I was paying no attention to my kinestetics! She was your typical glider and I saw her cadence (speed of footsteps) was much faster and way more economical than mine…and I decided to ape her style. That was pretty much the magic pill! As I shortened my stride and improved cadence, a surge coursed through me and I could see I was getting much faster already! I kept gliding on (OK, honestly it was still pounding cos I do not have that grace) and as I turned toward the last 300 metres I could see the time on the clock and it still wasn’t 1 hour…the clock was around 58 mins odd…and so I raced….sprinted for all I was worth … all that existed for me was to get there before the hour mark, whatever the toll on my body. That worked wonders and I crossed the line at 59:02 and handed the baton to Tapan, exhausted and yet ecstatic 🙂

After that came the best Half Marathon I have yet run (OK I have only run 3!) – the Kihim/Alibag beach HM. This was a new challenge, since I obviously now had gone past my immediate goal of a sub 1 hr 10K… now I wanted to test myself with a 21 K run. The location was beautiful, the climate was superb and the run was on the beach with the gently lapping waves and a full moon race start at 5:30 am. It was truly a lovely run and Tapan finished in 2:13 while I reached home in 2:17, which wasn’t too bad for my first ever HM.

Sadly, that was almost the end of a very short first season for me…there was only the pathetic Surat Night Marathon, where the climate wasn’t very good and I did the 10 K in 1:01 but spent the remainder of the time cursing the horrid organisation and telling myself to never come back again for this.


The season ending run was another HM in Delhi in March at the Buddh Intl Circuit which I desperately wanted to run on, given my undying love for Formula 1!


At the Buddh Intl Circuit – running where the Ferraris roar


The race start was a little late and the track also had its fair share of inclines, which meant that when the sun came out, with no trees for shade, everyone got baked, making the run a battle of attrition. I finished this HM in 2:23 which was disappointing as compared to the first one but was pretty good given the track and climatic conditions. I must mention here that the sun beating down and drawing out litres of sweat meant that our faces were caked with salt crystals! as were our clothes! It was a veritable salt fest, but for the privilege of running on the track where my beloved F1 cars roared, I would do it all over again!


So at the end of an eventful Season 1 for me, there are a lot of lessons learned. I am listing them down below – stuff that I have experienced on my voyage of self discovery to becoming a better, stronger and fitter runner. maybe It will help others avoid the mistakes I made and help them get stronger quicker.

1. After both the HMs, I had problems in the Gluteus Medius on the right side and the left knee (old injury) swelling up again. I realised that I was relying too much on raw grit and determination (and some physical prowess) and not giving any thought to strengthening the right muscles! after a lot of research and many helpful posts by fellow runners, I settled on a program of core exercises to strengthen the hips and the abs. This has been really helpful and as I write this today, I have done my most difficult HM to date (OK its only my third one but it still is MY toughest one!) and have had no Gluteus problem at all!! 😀


2. Another imp thing I realised was when I had a shin splint scare after I recently raised my mileage to more than double my usual, and also started running slopes everyday. This made me focus on exercises to strengthen the calves and the tendons, and doing so has been the greatest boon for me! Within a short span of time, it has given me a marked increase in my ability to tackle slopes and be able to push off more powerfully off the forefoot with less effort than before. It has improved my balance and my fore foot strike and has finally helped me “glide” (ok still not gracefully but I am on the right track!) This is a wonderful videdo – and I have incorporated a lot of these in my daily routine twice a day.


3. Till now I have always been lazy about bounding up the stairs. Since the last 10 days I started doing it twice/thrice a day (I do 144 steps in about 1 min 14/16) it has made my muscles much stronger. How this has helped is in my ability to be able to get the muscles to recover back to full strength after just 10 seconds of rest (useful when you are going up unending slopes) and its also helped me tremendously in being able to put in a sprint anytime I like during the run (whether it be to overtake traffic or to get across a bunch of runners in a group jogging slowly and blocking the path)


4. I have also realised that climatic conditions and humidity make a huge difference and that it makes more sense to bide your time, strengthen yourself during the hot, humid months with long endurance runs and realistic tempo runs rather than getting frustrated when you cannot achieve your PBs. Yep I learnt it through experience when out of frustration I would try to push hard, lose form and end up getting swollen knees or hurting myself and thus losing training and having to start back all over again. With patience, I can see the development and nowadays I have stopped really bothering about the time per lap. I just do what I enjoy and do short interval bursts to run alongside a rickshaw or bike/car up slopes – just for the heck of it. Its great fun when you manage to keep up with their speed and see the surprise on the faces of the drivers 😀



Very simple – I have adopted a simple mantra that for me is achievable. I will do all kinds of 10K and 21K runs in as many places as I can (its nice to travel and run!) and note down the times. I will then run them again the next season and beat all my last year times by 10% every year 😀 This I believe is a realistic goal and its good enough to excite me for the upcoming season that I will catch for the first time from its beginning!



To be or not to be that is indeed the qt! I am torn between trying to run a Full marathon in SCMM 2015 or just going for the easier/surer option of an HM. I have to make my decision quick since the registrations will begin shortly!

Today, during the run, I was fortunate to meet the 2:45 pacer – Kanishk who was the first person to actually be positive and suggest that I should go for FM since he was able to do it within a few months of starting out, and believed I should be able to do it too.

I think I most likely will go for it – hell, isn’t mountaineering all about challenging your body and your mind? I cannot call myself a wannabe mountaineer if I did not have this confidence in me! so its looking like my first SCMM with a medal will be my first ever FM! 😀

While departing, I leave you with a picture of my first summit that I did in May 2014 – Pangarchulla Peak (its like a 10k run in terms of summits) but its my first and Im proud of it. Onto more difficult pastures! after all the mind is a terrible thing to waste!



My first summit (almost athe top here) Pangarchulla Peak – Garhwal

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