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"If flying is normal for birds...running is normal for humans..."

I want to live in the memory and remember the beautiful day I jogged to my extreme. If there is something really great in this world it is our bodies. If I was a Doctor I should have known that. Being an Engineer it happened to discover on my own. I wanted to shed some weight and want to become fit. I picked up jogging for minutes to hours, from meters to kilometers on time span of 2 months. Slowly my body picked-up to run 13 kms and I did it almost daily for a month. I ran everyday 13 kms back to my apartment after work. Finally in one fine Saturday, I hit 25 kms in 3.5 hours a big jog of my life time in a beautiful trail under a blissful temperature of 18 degrees. I stopped only after my water bottle went dry. I am not tired after the run. I felt the runner's high and meditational bliss. I cannot take pride. Because its my body (created by god Or evolved as per Darwin) which done this feet. Mind is a ghost. Body is God! Then back from Netherlands my project kicked-up and I again started gaining weight. But this time there is a big difference, I wont worry any more. Swimmers don't fear the stream, only people who don't. Now my mind know the secret of human body. Its just matter of time disciplining myself to start working-out.

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