Binge Exercising

I cannot think of any other name for the type of exercising schedule I have of late. I sincerely hope my days of binge drinking are well and truly behind me, of course. See, my AIM is to really exercise more regularly. But a completely weird combination of factors (unfortunately, I don't think laziness is one, since that is a factor I KNOW to conquer) force me to have a work-out week that looks like this:

Monday: Rest
Tuesday: Rest
Wednesday: Rest
Thursday: Basketball game (PM)
Friday: 8 KM run (AM)
Saturday: Bike Ride (AM)
Saturday: Basketball game (PM)
Sunday: 10 KM run (AM)
Sunday: Basketball game (PM)

I mean, this is just crazy right? Sometimes, I even skip the thursday game and my entire weekly shot of exercising happens on Friday PM - Sunday PM. Overall, its not enough exercise. Basketball games are not reliable generally in toning, though they are usually fun. I am not running as much total distances as I should (or could). My crosstraining with kick-boxing; my very valuable gymming sessions are gone, flown right away...

Gotto do something about this. Pronto. Meanwhile another Monday: Rest has passed me by (almost - unless I go for a bike ride now in the evening with the monster on the back but I may not, she is in dance class right now and has some homework to do).

This Sunday I ran a race, 10 KM, it was really nice, it was on the East Coast Road, which is (sort of) a highway, and organised by Chennai Runners. I should have chosen a longer distance, but I chose 10 since my schedule has been not great of late, and, I was sure the weather would kill me. Fortunately, neither mattered, and I felt completely comfortable throughout, and had a great time. Plus I got interviewed to be on NDTV-Hindu (a new TV channel). I am ashamed to say that the interview was AFTER the race, and I looked as fresh as if I had just woken up (I am a morning person, remember, I don't have groggy eyes when I wake up). Which also goes to show that I should have at least run 15 kilometers (yes, we had a choice). The company was wonderful, and organisation (which was by runners, always a splendid idea to let runners organise races, aside from the fact that they cannot run in a race they organise, which is sort of sad) was splendid. Now I am just looking forward to the next one, and hoping to be healthy enough to do 15 or 20 next time around.

As it was on a peopled road and general junta was still around, got some interesting comments. I waved at everybody I saw, gave them my full-fledged smile and so on. Then some boys said 'Tamizh ponnu daan da' (meaning, fuck, check out her earlobes machaan, they are yellow from the manjal).