Friday, May 11, 2007

Semi-profound Posts Hiatus

Just a mere couple of months ago running had been my muse; my writing inspiration. It would mostly be during those 45 minutes of refreshing hippity hop that my brain enters that tranquil reflective mode, where my semi-deep writing ideas are free to blossom (and yes they do exist thank you very much. You just have to look for them. Real hard.)

Sadly, I can no longer say that. Today's run made it clear that those days are over. Running has become a struggle for life. A near death experience, if you will. Welcome to the unforgiving summer of Kuwait.

What chance do my semi-profound thoughts stand in the face of hot scorching sun? (And it was only 7 am.!!). A opened can of Whiskas in front of my big fat cat has more of a chance of survival. Okay that's a lie. They are both doomed. Chances of survival: Zilch.

And so where once my thoughts were free to wander far back in nostalgia, fast-forward in the speed of light, or simply immerse in the present, they were now abruptly downgraded to that of pitiful pleas and heart-shattering agony.

These were some the thoughts clouding my mind as I ventured a run this morning....

"Ya Allaaaahh.. this is hot... okay you can do it, you've already been running.... (check my stop watch) JUST 6 MINUTES. CRAP"

To get my mind off things and maintain a steady rhythm, I had to devise a 4-step chant, which was painfully appropriate:

DE- HY- DRA- TION
DE- HY- DRA- TION
DE- HY- DRA- TION

Then hallucinations took over:
"Water.. I need water... I want mommy... water... I need water... biddi mamaaaaaa"
Suddenly I noticed that I was running towards a water fountain. Aaah, the relief. I practically hugged the water fountain as I gulped a mouthful of.... BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF (me spitting water all around). IT WAS BOILING HOT. I have sustained second degree burns. Not pletty, not pletty at all.

The car was too far and my pace was so slow that at times it felt I was marching in place. A heatsroke was looming in the distance, I could tell. But the knowledge of icy cold water in my car kept me going. Never has a sight of a car brought forth such joy to my heart.

Apart from a burnt tongue and palate, slight dizziness and a brain devoid of even remotely-deep thoughts, I am still alive and partly functioning (I was never completely functioning to begin with). Just don't expect anything deep from this part of the blogging world. Unless I unearth a new source of inspiration. Please do share in case you've got any recommendations. Just keep in mind that I can't stomach marshmallows and can't keep a tune to save my life (as a matter of fact I do realise the oddness of my last sentence. I blame it on sun-induced hallucinations).

Which, I reiterate, is not pletty. Not pletty at all.

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