Race Against Time

Man since time immemorial have been wondering what time means to one’s own life and the world in general. As human life is linear, often going through crests and troughs. Very few factor the randomness in it; which brings joys and sorrows, at strange, and often, surprising point in one’s life.

I too didn’t anticipate that running and the triathlete bug would hit on me at such a later age in my life ( I’m 33). But it has. That too, while trying to fulfil a silly reason, which our current society, puts a lot of “weight” on. But, in those silly moments, i have discovered something, which man has been asking himself since ages. ” what can man achieve?”. Which gets translated to– what the human body can achieve? — or how far it can go. Endurance sports is such a quest. Taking the trivial to its ultimate “one thing”.

I am sure as one grows in the sport.Not only one adapts, but one also goes inward. Questioning oneself of his ability to break the next barrier.

An individual breaks a record. But, it pushes the entire humanity to standup and re-look at what it previously believed. And what it thought wasn’t possible. Bewildered, people often refer to such feats as “super-human”. While it is nothing but just a human feat. A breaking of imagination by a tiny speck of the universe. That is what endurance sport does. That is why i would like to be a practitioner of it.