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 ...
Experiences of a Corporate Manager with Long Distance Running