In work.. In personal life... In Ultra Running... All that matters is "Don't Fu***** Give up!"....... MESSAGE IN THE DROP BAG AT AN AID STATION OF A PUNISHING ULTRA In Oct’18, I finished Malnad Ultra in almost 14 hrs 30 mins. One of the toughest Ultra run in India, I finished 80 Kms over a super tough terrain of hills and trails…. An ultra-so tough that the DNF rates are at a staggering high of ~50%.... In such events, runners are allowed to submit drop bags, which are then made available by the organizers at pre-informed stations during the event {at 50kms & 67kms in case of Malnad Ultra}. Malnad Ultra was an event with sectional cut-offs, that is a runner to be considered as a finisher needs to reach 50km checkpoint & 80km finish mark in pre announced timing. As the DNF rate of Malnad Ultra stood at a considerably high number, hence one can make out the tough challenge that the sectional cut-offs gave to runners… Well this post is a...
There are moments in endurance running that go beyond pace, distance, or personal bests. Moments that stay with you—not because of the finish line, but because of what you felt when you were nowhere near it. Let me recount two such events in this post - Somewhere Around 35 Km The first was during the Vagamon Ultra , a 60 km trail run through some of the most rugged terrain in Kerala. I was running with UltraR and Cheetahji—our trio, moving mostly in silence. The 35 km mark had that surreal feeling: you’re too far in to stop, and yet the finish feels impossibly distant. That’s when she appeared. A woman, dressed in modest clothes—likely from a very humble background—stepped out from the side of the trail. She carried a bag and without a word, offered us some kind of fruit I’d never seen before. Instinctively, I shrugged and moved on. So did UltraR. But Cheetahji paused. She was speaking rapidly in Malayalam—none of us understood a word—but there was something in her tone. Slightly ...