Nine months later, the memory is still as vivid.
Me at the Mumbai half-marathon, keeping to one side because the marathoners were coming through. Head turned back to catch a glimpse of the famed African distance runners. Willing them to reach before I had to turn off, slowing down even.
Then the most incredible sight ever. A pack of gazelles bounding past you. Reach out, and you could touch them. They were not humans – the human body is not engineered to run with such perfection. The Indian runner tagging along – he ran like a man. The rest were almost Divine.
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2 comments:
Yeah? Sounds awesome!
I have a fascination for people who run well - as well. Kind of very light footed - some of them.
But I have always found them to be less like gazelles and more like bulls.
Those African runners are running machines - when I see them, I think either of gazelles or cheetahs.
Bulls I have never seen running, so I really cannot comment.
But seeing anyone run well is a real pleasure.
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