The Walk
Exactly a year ago, I had one item added to my Bucket list. Today I'm proud to tick it off my list. My earlier blog "The Run" was about a dream, and this one "The Walk" is about that dream coming true. For the past few months I had been silently cherishing and nourishing my dream of taking part in the Chennai Marathon. The seeds had been sown last year, and friends were nurturing through words of motivation. But my excuses of getting home late and fear of hurting the already damaged knee took over the desire to run. A week ago I got an offer to run in the place of a friend who had injured her leg. I accepted the offer, but was not quiet sure I would make it. I was no athlete, nor did I have any desire to run. But I wanted to experience being part of such a major event, the second largest Marathon in the country that witnessed well over 10000 people running or walking. On D day, I was wide awake waiting for the alarm. I kissed my little champion, who had gone