The Comforts of ‘Que Sera Sera’

Last Saturday turned out to be yet another failed attempt at a long run as Illiotibial band Syndrome continues to plague me. However, at the end of that not so wonderful afternoon, I had the pleasure of finally meeting an absolutely delightful person I had until then known only virtually. As we all know good company leads to good conversation, this meeting did not disappoint.  After a spectacular vegan falafel (with Jalapeno Mint chutney ofcourse) and me rambling to her about the uncertainty of my future career plans, I sighed and said ‘Que Sera Sera’

Why do I mention all this? Because I’m always fascinated at the origins of all of my thought processes. How did I get here? It’s like that time when your discussing how peanuts are actually legumes and you wonder how this topic came about when just one minute ago you were discussing travel plans to go hiking. Travel plan-> what food should I carry -> peanut butter flavored cliff bars -> Did you know peanuts are not really nuts? -> Really?!? -> Nope, they’re actually legumes -> Wow, the Kale Runner that’s fascinating. You’re really smart. Okay, okay, that last sentence didn’t happen. But I am smart I promise.

Anyway, on the one day I did not ride my bike to work, sitting on the CT2 bus got me thinking. Whenever I get stressed about my future career path, I always end it by saying ‘Que Sera Sera’, whatever will be, will be. It’s a liberating feeling saying those three words. Ahhhh, but ‘Whatever will be, will be’! Destiny decides and I play no role in this decision. It’s fascinating how the human mind works. Coping with it’s own stresses by creating this notion of destiny. Suddenly the pressure is not on you. It’s really like a shot of Cortisol for the brain.

I mean, I don’t deny there is an element of luck involved in everything. Everything is not really in your control. But luck isn’t this force that plans things for you. It’s really our lack of knowledge on the “other” factors that define the outcome of a task.

The outcome of any task can be predicted to high degree of accuracy if all the factors that contribute to it are known. Let’s take a coin toss. There’s a 50% chance it goes heads. Now if I know the initial conditions of the coin toss such as position, velocity and angular momentum, I can to a very high degree predict the eventual outcome and not give it a simple 50% chance. My point being, without all this information, coin tosses essentially become a matter of luck.

While ‘Que Sera Sera’ let’s me cope with the pressures of shaping my future, it essentially means I’m leaving it to luck or in this case destiny.  Random events between now and when I have the outcome would shape what career path I go down. Not very good science.

This essentially leads me to my main point about God. One of the biggest changes I noticed in my life, when I finally let go of the comforts of religion was that I finally had the power to shape the situations I was in. Previously at the first sign of trouble I turned to the big man upstairs to save me. As the Beatles wonderfully sung it, I ‘Let it be’. As most religions ask you to do, I surrendered. I essentially gave up and rolled a dice hoping for that double six.

Now that I’m wiser, or atleast I think I am, I stand up and think of ways to stack the odds in my favor. This mess is mine, and only I can actually fix it. The outcome may not always be favorable, but I sure as hell have increased my odds of success with this approach. One side effect I must warn you about is the lack of that cortisol shot for the mind, especially in times of failure. While others will have the comforts of thinking God did not have it in his or her will for them to be successful and that he or she has a plan for you, I’m perfectly okay with beating myself up and hoping I do better the next time. I make my own plans.

I will add that I will not condemn religion. I promise you I’m not playing it safe so as to not upset the person upstairs. I do this because as any good scientist should accept there’s always the possibility that one is ignorant about this issue. As Yuval Noah Harari aptly put in the book Sapiens –

“Modern science is based on the Latin injunction ignoramus – ‘we do not know’. It assumes that we don’t know everything. Even more critically, it accepts that the things that we think we know could be proven wrong as we gain more knowledge. No concept, idea or theory is sacred and beyond challenge.”

For now, I will go with what seems more logical. I will play the role of fate, prepare myself well and stack the odds in my favor to compensate for uncertainties. I won’t just ‘Let it be’. Time to enjoy the rest of this dreadfully rainy Tuesday sipping on some amazing Gingerbread Soy Cappuccino.

Good Vibes!

The Kale Runner (TKR)

 

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Cape cod Trail Race – My first full marathon

It’s 12:30 p.m. Time to pack up the laptop. I just finished my poster presentation at the SPL25 symposium, spending the last 2 hours talking about Intraoperative Imaging in Neurosurgery. I was blessed to be doing what I love. I walk out and head past the Harvard Medical School building to enter my workstation at the Brigham and Women’s Hospital. Dam! I forgot to get a pair of jeans. I guess I’ll have to head to the pre race dinner in formals. I rushed to the bus station to catch my ride to Falmouth in Cape Cod.

I was nervous as hell. This was going to be my first 26 mile distance and my first trail race. No really, My first. I’d never run trails in training and the longest I’d run was 17 miles. To top that off the last couple of weeks I’d squeezed in a solitary 10 mile run. This was going to be painful.

I arrived a little past 6 to the dinner site. There were a ton of vegan options available. Oven baked potatoes (perfectly seasoned!) , pasta. We even got to hear from the legendary Geoff Smith, two time winner of the Boston Marathon ( marathon PB of 2:09:08 and PB for a mile at 3:55!). Not a bad evening. I sat next to a delightful old couple. Mind you, they seemed fitter then me. They were bikers, working on converting an old rail road into a bike path.  Dam I wish I’m that active when I’m at that age.

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“Man imposes his own limitations, don’t set any” –Anthony Bailey. Geoff Smith(left), two time winner of Boston marathon.

Bib collected. Check. Lets head back to the hotel. After settling in, it was time for another checklist. Hydration bottle. Check . Gels and Lara bars. Check. Clothes and shoes. Check. ‘Eat and Run’ on the audible app. Check. I normally hate to wear headphones during my runs. I like the peace and quiet. Just me and my thoughts. Running was a time to meditate. But I knew, I’d need some extra help tomorrow. As one of the chapter titles reads, ‘Pain only hurts’! Bring it on.

Morning of the race. Jitters! “I’m not ready for this” I thought to myself. Why am I doing this. ‘Sometimes you just do things’ as Scott Jurek’s father always said to him. Pre-race stretching and off I went. No time for doubts.

I wanted to get there early, to cheer on the runners in the other distance categories, who would be starting earlier then the full marathon group. I know how much running a race can mean to someone and hopefully a few cheers lets them know how awesome they are for doing this.

5,4,3,2,1. We’re off. The course starts in an open field. A 1.4 mile loop and we’re back to the start point. Now we take a different course and start the 10 k loops. We’re heading towards the trees. It’s rather windy, which was a greater incentive to head for the covers. Hop over an unused rail track and into the ‘Jungle’. The first climb came. I’d read Emilie Forsberg once comment it’s better to walk the slopes than run it. The time you save running a hill is not much as you slow down. The energy you save walking is immense.

Now the trail narrowed to a one man path. Jumping over roots, boulders, running sudden downhills. Moving left, moving right. It felt exhilarating. There was primal pleasure in running a trail. A sense of freedom from the menial tasks of civilized life(As exciting as it is being in a Neurosurgical OR, it felt menial today). This was my first true trail run. I’d tried to mimic the feeling; running on the unpavemented parts near the Charles and around Fenway in Boston. This was nothing like that.   I was trying to avoid falling, my mind focused on calculating every step I took. Then, SMACK! I tripped. I got up almost as soon as fell. No time to stop. It wasn’t that bad. Should I check the wound? Maybe later. I knew I had to make up ground early on, as I would inevitably slow down towards the latter part of the race. Passing the aid stations and the medical camp. No need to stop right now. Back to the start. Loop 2. It helped knowing the course now. I knew what to expect. A couple of runners passed me by. I passed a few. It was nice seeing people now and then. A few words exchanged encouraging each other to keep moving forward. Then you’re back in solitude. Loop 3, let’s go.

“I’m one of those people that you have to keep your eye on or i’ll wander off into the woods and forget to come back” ― Jack White. At the starting point of the race(left) and somewhere in the woods at mile 22 ish, I think(Right)

A big shout out to the organizers and volunteers. They were always greeting you with a smile and words of encouragement. The aid stations were well stocked and the pre race dinner and breakfast had a ton of vegan options to. They really made it a fantastic experience

I quickly grabbed a few slices of oranges at an aid station, and in a hurry I missed a trail marker. A km later I realized I was off the trail, when I noticed some horses in a stable. That’s new. Turn back. ughhh!!! The trail was actually very well marked, but somehow I missed it.  (does the extra km make me an ultrarunner now!)

Loop 4 was slow, it involved a lot of walking and running. I finally see the finish, I start running fast.  Gotta finish strong. DONE!

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“At mile 20, I thought I was dead. At mile 22, I wished I was dead. At mile 24, I knew I was dead. At mile 26.2, I realized I had become too tough to kill.” – Unknown. Me after completing the race. Did not think i’d be smiling or standing even!

In summary it’s a fairly flat course. There are a couple of steep incline’s but all of them pretty short. A good chunk of the course is on single trails, so having trail etiquette is important. Ask to pass runners, and let runners pass. It’s just polite.

Did I have this life changing experience running a full marathon? Maybe not. I’m glad at the progress I’ve made in a year and a half since I decided to go for a 10 km walk running for a whole minute somewhere in between. Trail running has got me excited though. I’m itching to give it a go again. I’m gonna try to head to the Middlesex Fells reservation this weekend, which is close to Medford. My journey back to the motel was accompanied by the same uber driver, who had dropped me to the race site. A war veteran he was a delightful man, who gave me a bottle of Gatorade and entertained me with some nice stories. I was promised a nice history lesson about America the next time I was in Falmouth. I’ll definitely be back. I hope to do the 50 K next year.

All in all, a super weekend. What were you upto?

That four letter word

 

I finally feel back to normal after my frustrating bout with Iliotibial band syndrome (ITBS). The ease with which I manged to complete yesterdays 10 mile run makes the half marathon distance a  routine training run, which is a good thing given I have my first full marathon coming up in less than a month. Having never gone over the 17 mile mark, I’m planning one 20 mile run, hoping that should get me over the finish line (most likely with a lot of hurt).

I thought I’d try to discuss briefly how I dealt with ITBS (an injury I suffered late last year while running a half marathon) and how it’s opened me up to a whole new world of training.

What is ITBS?

Iliotibial band syndrome  is an overuse injury. It typically affects the outside of the knee. Classical symptoms include a very tender palpable point along the lateral aspect of the knee. After the acute phase of the injury, athletes complain of pain that typically starts midway into their run, with little to no pain at rest or on walking.

Why does it happen?

As mentioned it is an overuse injury that typically flares when one increases running mileage. It’s occurs because of constant compression of a pad of fat located under the IT band near the knee.

One of the leading causes of this problem are weak hips muscles. This is seen in people with a crossover running style

Bretta Riches does a fantastic job of  explaining the mechanics that goes into causing ITB. This is definitely worth a read!

What did I do?

  1. The first thing I did was get my knee evaluated from an expert. Because the pain was so bad and with my background in medicine I was fearing something more awful.
  2. One thing that I learned from this whole episode is to seriously weigh in the benefits of running through pain. If it’s a training run, it’s best to stop when there’s discomfort. If you stop at the first signs of ITBS without pushing that area into a full blown inflammation, your recovery time would drastically shorten to a few days or a week. Once the inflammatory stage sets in, trust me, the road to recovery is a long one.
    ( I by no means am suggesting not to push yourself beyond your limits, that’s what distance running is truly about. There is a fine line between discomfort related to fatigue and discomfort due to an injury. Experience really teaches you the difference.)
  3. Patience. It’s a tough word to hear. But from my experience it’s the only thing that really helps the recovery. It took me a good part of 2 and a half months to finally get over this injury. I have friends who’ve been suffering for close to a year. Although they have been constantly seeking treatment, it does prove to be a rather stubborn injury to get over.
  4. Stretching – That’s the most common advice I got for treating the injury. It does certainly help. I religiously stretched out my lower leg muscles twice a day for almost a month with extra emphasis to the ITB and even today make sure to stretch as regularly as possible.
    Here are some stretches for the ITB – Stretch1 Stretch2 Stretch3 
  5. Foam Rolling – This was one of the most painful things I have ever tried. Foam rolling your IT band out hurts a lot. It does get easier and less painful with time. While some people do argue foam rolling isn’t very effective ( Link found here), which to great extent does make sense, it does feel good after a long run (after you overcome the initial pain of-course). If it’s not causing harm, I don’t see anything wrong in doing it.
  6. Pain  and anti inflammatory medication – I never really took anti inflammatory medication for this except for the first few days after the acute pain had set in. This included 400 mg of ibuprofen once a day for about 4 days ( please consult your doctor before taking an anti-inflammatory. These medications can be harmful to the kidneys and if you’ve never taken them you could even be allergic to them) .
  7. Hip Strengthening – I think this is one of the best methods to prevent future flare ups of the same problem. There are some very simple exercises you can do to strengthen  your hips. The video can be found here 
  8. Gait modification – I do certainly believe having a forefoot gait is the most efficient and safest way to run long term. I was primarily a heel striker but have started incorporating forefoot running into my daily running routine. In order to do that you would have to avoid heavily cushioned shoes with a big heel to toe drop. Also make sure to ease into it, starting with a few minutes of your run and then eventually increasing the time. Forefoot running initially can give rise to achilles tendonitits which I did have an issue with. To avoid this I keep adding a few minutes of forefoot running and then transition back to my natural gait. The goal should be to have the toes touch the ground first with a minimal period of contact for the heels with the floor towards the end of a step. A good video to look at can be found here and here. If not just for ITBS, I think forefoot strikes still are the way to go to have a more efficient and faster run.
  9. While I was taking a step back from from running I did come to the realization that while my conditioning was allowing me to run longer, my body wasn’t ready for it. Simply running more does not solve the problem. Cross training is a very important part of being a better runner. I’ve started working on core strengthening and other exercises to make sure every part of my body is ready for the increased mileage. This should  definitely prevent the recurring injuries I get while running longer distance   (remember small imbalances or weakness in your muscles don’t pop up when your running a smaller mileage.) I use an app called freeletics which has a custom built coach to guide you through exercises that use your own bodyweight. Some exercises I do are push ups, sit ups, burpees, pull ups, mountain climbers and squats. The list just goes on. I wanted something I could easily do at home rather than have to visit a gym every time.
    Lesson learned – To be a good runner, I need to improve my overall fitness not just from the waist below.

 

I hope this article helps you in some way if your suffering from this dreaded four letter word. There’s nothing more frustrating than an injury. The key is patience and correcting all your muscle weakness. If you’ve had a similar injury I’d love to hear your experience in the comments section below. Until next time. Happy Running!

 

Another Vegan Running Blog!!!

I thought of changing things up a bit.  Maybe make this a more productive blog!! You can catch some of my earlier posts, although i’m hoping to go down a different route with future posts. So here it goes, presenting to you, THE KALE RUNNER!!!

Who am I? 

I am an aspiring ultrarunner, vegan blogger, newbie doctor (Yes, the one that pays better, although I hope to get a PhD someday), and neuroscience researcher! I’m originally from Mumbai recently relocated to Boston; flipping through brains, hoping to make my way into a neurosurgical residency program eventually.

What’s this blog about?

Chronicling my amateur attempts at becoming an ultrarunner (marathoner first. Hopefully soon!), information on a vegan lifestyle, and maybe something brain.

Why running?

Let’s back track a little. I’ve been an obese kid, a fat teenager and a very obese adult. Rewind August, 2014. Hitting a low point in life, health wise and personally, I though it’d be a good idea to start running. I’d always been fascinated with the idea. I came across a post on facebook from someone about the Tahoe 200. A Two hundred mile trail race seemed bizarre. A marathon seemed ridiculous enough. Actively seeking motivation, I headed to the nearest book store looking for a guru. There, shinning back at me was ‘Dare to Run’ by Amit Sheth. It was a signed copy too. I remember going out that evening for a walk and completing a run for a full minute. Now 5 half marathons later, considerably lighter and training for my first marathon, I thought I’d start writing this.

Why Vegan?

It was a video about the egg industry that got me thinking about animal farming. Up until, having grown up a vegetarian, I hadn’t really given any thought to the idea that my food choices may be causing a great deal of suffering. Then there came environmental impacts and health benefits. I read ‘Eat and Run’ by Scott Jurek, heard talks by Peter Singer, watched Forks over Knives and Cowspiracy. I’ll elaborate in detail in future blog posts.

Currently, I’m training for my first full marathon. I’m planning on writing a few posts on how I got here and a few posts on what my training aims to be like.

Like any sensible person who gives advice, I must add,

“The contents of this website such as text, graphics, images, and other material contained on the website (“Content”) are for informational purposes only and do not constitute medical advice; the Content is not intended to be a substitute for professional medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment.  Always seek the advice of a physician or other qualified health provider with any questions you may have regarding a medical condition. Never disregard professional medical advice or delay in seeking it because of something you have read on this website” .

Wait. I am a doctor. STILL always consult YOUR doctor. You are NOT my patient.

I’m experimenting with a Whole foods plant based diet ( In addition to being vegan, I try to cook most times without oil, sugar and salt. Really it’s not that tough and it’s a whole lot tastier) courtesy some great tips from some amazing people I’ve met in Boston and ofcourse having purchased the Instantpot, which makes cooking so much easier!

Next post – Dealing with that four letter word every runner hates. Stay tuned.

 

Running is like mouthwash; if you can feel the burn, it’s working!!

That’s a quote by Brian Tackett. It’s true though. If your feeling too good during a race your just not pushing yourself hard enough.

We’ve all had that. I’ve not quite gotten to a fell marathon yet or an ultra but I’ve had my share of tough races. Like the first time I decided to run 19 Km almost a year ago. It felt brutal. Grossly overweight, Mumbai’s sun in all it’s glory on my 9th round of Mahalaxmi Racecourse where there’s nothing to protect you from the heat. It felt good, especially given I had my first ever half marathon race coming up in 2 weeks. That moment on I knew I could ‘Run’ my half marathon.

Then there was my first attempt at a full marathon training run. Given how cocky I’d gotten with the ease with which I was going about my 13.1 miles I thought this would require just a ‘LITTLE’ more effort. I hit the ‘WALL’ at 26 km, crawled on till 30. Stop!!!

Run when you can, walk when you have to, crawl if you must; just never give up.
-Dean Karnazes

It’s funny how you wanna keep punishing yourself, just to move a little bit further. Nature’s trigger for an endorphin release.

For something to hurt that bad, and feel so good, it’s just inexplicable.
– Adam Goucher, NCAA Cross Country Division 1 Individual Champ – 1998

All these lines are nice to read but should definitely come with disclaimer. Don’t get too messed up in all that motivation. That’s precisely what happened a couple of weeks ago. I decide to take on the Chilly Half  Marathon in the beautiful town of Newton, Massachusetts. Nothing compares to an Autumn run. The view of leaves falling almost forming a carpet across the grass, with those that are fortunate enough to still be hanging onto the trees turning a nice color of red. Then there’s the cold wind blowing across keeping you comfortable during those long runs. It’s truly a magical time. Mind you, watch out for the leaves, they make for a slippery surface.

Presuming this would be the last race of the year, all braced for the famous Boston winter, I’d prepared really well. A training 21 km two weeks out from the race ended in disaster. The ever inspiring words of all those great runners kept ringing through my head when I felt the tweak in my ankle. ‘Keep running’. You can’t give up now.

Ofcourse walking became difficult the next day. An ankle sprain wasn’t allowing me to train. 5 days on I got impatient with no training. An extra hard cardio session at the gym resulted in patellar tendonitis now.

From then on I dared not train for fear of missing out on the race completely.

Race day was finally here. It was an absolute torture. From mile one my knee hurt. I kept slowing down to try and find a pace and stride that inflicted the least amount of pain. The downhills were especially painful. I vividly remember at around mile 10 stood someone with a sign which read ‘Don’t worry it’s all downhill from here’. I’m sure that’s motivation enough for anyone to hit top speed. I cringed.

Well I finished the race. Hal Higdon’s famous words came to mind as I struggled with stairs and walking in general over the next few days.

The difference between the mile and the marathon is the difference between burning your fingers with a match and being slowly roasted over hot coals.

The shock like sensation I’d get everytime my knee locked up still flashes through my head. I remember refusing to stop at the aid stations for water, just because it was so painful to stop and start running again.

Was it worth it? Hell yes. Was it a wise decision to run? Hell no. I could have seriously injured myself. Would I do it again? I don’t know.

This is your moment. Celebrate the pain. 

As I sit and plot my training schedule for my next race, I smile reading this line. Enjoy your run!

 

Not quite Ultramarathon Man!

Sadly, running seems to have taken a lesser priority in my life these days. That’s not to say I don’t run. 3-4 times a week, leisure runs, with no bearing on pace or the type of running(intervals, tempo…blah blah) is not classified as serious training. The only marathons I’m running are the ones involving my books. Even that like running, seems largely a mental game. Both require a certain discipline and endurance and repeated questions to oneself “why are you doing this?”. With the studying I can safely say “this will fill your bank accounts for all the destination marathons you have planned in the future”. Score! That’s motivation enough to ace this exam.

This exam hasn’t been the only reason my mileage has dropped. The God dam sun is to blame too. See the Mumbai heat is killing me. It’s hard enough to get by the day in this weather, can you imagine the internal protests my body has when i’m moving with a heart rate close to 150 bpm.

When you start getting good at something you start getting a little cocky. Not the wisest thing to do. But running seems to bring me crashing down every time I get carried away. Humbling experience, if you may.

In the marathon world, I’m still a novice. Having taken up running late last year, my focus has largely been on distance. I mean speed or different terrains, hardly cross your mind when your still learning to run long distance.  So when I completed my 3rd half marathon I was feeling pretty confident. 21km!!! pffft I could run that any given day. I’ll do it today, i’d boast. Then came the Kundalika river marathon. BAM!!! This race shattered all the overconfidence I seemed to have gathered. See previously all the training and races I’ve done were pretty much flat tracks. Who knew inclines could take the wind out of you. Lesson learnt I said. I still have improving to do.

But take away the inclines and I was still pretty proud of my progress. With all the weight loss and endurance I’d gathered in the last few months, who wouldn’t be right! So what, I’ll conquer them hills eventually. Little did I know there were other challenges waiting. That’s when there was another BAM!!! The Sun seemed to smile sadistically. See quietly, I was already dreaming of the Badwater Ultramarathon. How tough could it be? Tough, sure, but give it a couple of years and I should be ready. It being summer and the heat killing me, it seemed like a nice place to start. So I set out for a run. I felt like a 15 km run that particular day, something I had grown very confident of in the comfortable so called ‘winter’ months of Mumbai.   4 kms in and I was begging to stop. I carried on till 6. Bad day. We all have them. 2 days later, same result. After a week of practice I’m getting to 10 kms. One more hill to climb. That reminds me of what Mandela said:

“After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb.”

The Ladakh marathon is what I plan to attempt next. With my exam finishing in early June. It should give me just enough time to build up some endurance to have a fighting chance. With plans to go the United States later this year to pursue the excruciatingly long training required to be Surgeon, I know if I don’t attempt Ladakh now, I wont for a few years. What’s the worst that could happen, a DNF (Alright, alright, I know for most of you runners that’s as good as a death sentence). But then again, I’ll still have an exciting trip to tell the grandkids about.

With my ego firmly crushed and any thoughts of venturing to Death Valley hidden in a dark corner of my brain, I realize how much I still have to gain. That’s not to say I’ve given up on Badwater or being an ultramarathoner, I’ve just realized how much hard work is left to do. Maybe, just maybe I’ll run on the Sun. (click on the link if you’ve never heard about the Badwater ultramarathon)

“This is the day I take my life back”. 2 years on Bostonstrong

So with the recently concluded Boston Marathon, I’ve been glued to the internet to read about every possible article that could inspire me to one day take on the dreaded Heartbreak Hill. One read in particular did just that. The runner in question is Rebekah Gregory. She was one of the unfortunate people to have been injured in the Boston Marathon bombing. Having injured her left leg, and 16 reconstructive surgeries later she finally underwent an amputation. This year she ran the last few miles of the race, on her prosthetic leg, after being advised not to run the whole course by her doctors, for fear of damaging her still healing leg.

This is what she posted on her facebook page ” Today is the day I say goodbye to what is holding me back, and I reclaim my life. And man is it a good feeling. Life was never promised to be easy but guess what? That’s okay. Because when we find that silver lining in the toughest of places, it always seems to be worth it. And sometimes that may mean making tough decisions to get rid of what is holding us back. But I’m here to tell you that when that happens.. the possibilities are endless.”

These people are not your comic book legends. Not Superman, or Iron man. These people  are much bigger than that. These are your everyday heroes. And every once in a while they come along to remind us the strength of human will. Adversity does not slow them down, it pushes them to cross the finish line even faster.

For how long will such terrorism continue. No one side is wrong. I know you can’t clap with only one hand. ‘But you killed our people so we kill yours’ is simply not the answer. Two wrongs never make a right.

Too many such crimes have happened in the name of religion/political agenda, that I’ve begun to question the existence of a God who lets this happen. The world needs more tolerance. At some point innocent people need to stop being the target of such atrocious acts. The answer simply lies in ‘Live and Let Live’. I wish it were that easy.

Something on the lines of what Gandhi said, ” A leg for a leg would leave the world wheel chair bound”

Rebekah Gregory is just one such example of the 260 odd people that were injured in the blast and thousands more in other such incidents. They show us the insignificance of our daily problems. No matter how tough life gets, there’s always a way to move forward.

This is what she wrote a few days earlier “This time I wont be laying on the ground in pieces, or having to be assisted because I can’t do things on my own. This time, the only thing hitting the ground will be my running shoe, as I show myself and the rest of the world that I am back, stronger than ever , and there is NO stopping me now.”

I couldn’t find a more appropriate time to say this phrase than now. ‘You Go Girl!’

More info about her here.