Jogging, once again

Posted by shooperman on Sep 18, 2009 in Conscious Living | 1 comment

How shall I tell the story? Hmmm, let’s start with a little bit about myself – I don’t like to jog, period. In the 40 years that I have lived, I dread the day when I had to run, you know, PE lessons in school, Basic Military Training, jogging dates. You see, I just don’t get it, you put on some gear, put one foot in front of the other and repeat 50,000 times. It doesn’t sound like the kind of activity I would put what could be productive time into.

I would, for instance, put my time into playing mahjong. With mahjong, one is entertained, fires up a couple of million brain synapses in a game of guessing which of the 144 tiles will be drawn next, and potentially even get paid for it in the end!

It started yesterday when a dear old friend called to organize one such ‘productive’ session. I hadn’t done it for a while and obliged. It was a good group of four and I was looking forward to an evening of good laughs and strategic tinkering of the bakelite tiles.

Two rounds into the game, I realize this was going to be one of those special nights which I enjoyed the most. It doesn’t matter what random set of 13 tiles I would start with, as the game progresses, I would draw perfectly complementary tiles before laying the final winning call to the rest. This is what mahjong players would call “wind”. At the end of my “wind”, I was called many names, and had raked in over $400 worth of winnings. A rare occurrence given the low bet value of our game.

I knew something was up.

The following day, I bought my colleagues lunch – it is my custom to ‘share’ winnings with friends in this manner. We decided to go to Samy’s, an Indian bryani restaurant just minutes from the office. After a hearty serving of yellow-spiced rice, papadum, mutton curry and an after-meal Dunhill frost-stick, I settled down with a cup of teh-tarik and listened to the conversation.

As usual, it revolved around Samson’s bunked weight-loss attempts, HK’s upcoming wedding and Jogger Tan’s still-born blog. It was pretty much what we talked about every lunch, and I had to steer it away. So, I blurted out how Bowser (my 6-month-old golden retriever) started dashing during his walks and I could perhaps start running along. I am sure I was just trying to change the topic – and asked Jogger about the Nike-ipod (you see, we’re a bunch of techies so gadget-chat always works). Handsome (but quiet) Jay leaped in and showed us RunKeeper, a free iPhone app that essentially does what the $100+ branded alternative does. That piqued my interest, as anything that’s free and runs on the iPhone always do.

What made this register was that Handsome Jay was due to go on leave the very next day. And I just happen to have a couple of extra $50-notes in my pocket. I said to myself “why not” and continued to Queensway Shopping Center after dropping them off. Now, this is the place to get all your sports supplies in Singapore, and it’s also minutes from the office. I parked, browsed and got everything I need under 20 minutes: a pair of New Balance running shoes, a quick-dry micro-fiber top and an iLuv iPhone arm band.

Now I’m ready to jog.

But, probably not tonight. It’s beer night with Jogger and HK. We do this once a month – down some beer, chill and talk. Tonight’s topic meandered into Intention and Ego, heavy stuff which I enjoyed. The part about the Ego revolved around how this inner nemesis fights for its ‘life’ by making its host fail in life. I thought about it and saw how my Ego tried to pull a fast one over my eyes. Who said that you cannot run after beer? Jogger then concurs that one can easily overcome the diuretic effects of beer by drinking a couple liters of water.

Now I’m ready to jog, again.

On the walk back home, I came across a woman in jogging attire, this was somewhat out of the ordinary given Holland Village’s night scene. It was a gentle reminder to cheer me on to my earlier conclusion.

When I got back, Bowser went into a frenzy of short sprints, something he hasn’t done before. Looking at him, I concluded this was yet another reminder.

At this point, I knew that my jogging is not going to start any other day, but tonight.

The mahjong session, the lunch, Handsome Jay’s just-in-time RunKeeper recommendation, the beer-chat about Ego, the out-of-place jogger and Bowser, has all been orchestrated into a seamless play-by-play to get me to start running.

So I did it. With Bowser. And it was an evening jog that is nothing short of a miracle.