Morning Fresh
I should thank my friend for his inspiration to rise every morning, wake us up and take us along for a walk and game.
After 2 weeks of on again and off again morning rises, we put our new Football to ground today and practised some random shooting towards the goal. I should say our aim was definitely off mark. With accuracy at 40%, we could put through only 5% of our attempts. That is 2 in 40 attempts.
If the rain stops, then we may try basketball tomorrow. Or continue with football. Its purely a whimsical decision.
Also, these morning visits to the play ground are the only times I am riding bike without helmet these days. Its barely a kilo meter, but the best kilo meter on bike during the day.
The air rustling through my hair causing it to fly, cold chill beating at my face, calm and steady breathe, and ofcourse, eyes on a look out for sleeping dogs on the road. From experience, the feeling could be topped if I was wearing sleeveless and shorts, but that's still a long shot for the morning walks during the cold season.
The best part of going out so early in the morning for a jog is the ride back home. There is a particular stretch of road which with all its pot holes and water logging still offers an almost straight path for me to cut through. With only few early office goers lazily walking or riding past in the opposite direction, the stretch looks very inviting for me to just let loose.
Three bursts of over revving the bike to give it a sudden boost, and a sudden release of the clutch just before reaching a decent over rev makes the bike leap and sprint like a stallion. With the reins (handle) firmly in my hand, guiding my ride through the few pot holes that I am sure were not there yesterday, I cover the small stretch of road in less than quarter the time I'd take usually.
These few seconds cause my spirit to fly with the wind, reminding me of my engineering days - flirting with the wind; jumping over the pot holes and racing a higher powered vehicle on a path with no road. Well, that's a whole different story.
After 2 weeks of on again and off again morning rises, we put our new Football to ground today and practised some random shooting towards the goal. I should say our aim was definitely off mark. With accuracy at 40%, we could put through only 5% of our attempts. That is 2 in 40 attempts.
If the rain stops, then we may try basketball tomorrow. Or continue with football. Its purely a whimsical decision.
Also, these morning visits to the play ground are the only times I am riding bike without helmet these days. Its barely a kilo meter, but the best kilo meter on bike during the day.
The air rustling through my hair causing it to fly, cold chill beating at my face, calm and steady breathe, and ofcourse, eyes on a look out for sleeping dogs on the road. From experience, the feeling could be topped if I was wearing sleeveless and shorts, but that's still a long shot for the morning walks during the cold season.
The best part of going out so early in the morning for a jog is the ride back home. There is a particular stretch of road which with all its pot holes and water logging still offers an almost straight path for me to cut through. With only few early office goers lazily walking or riding past in the opposite direction, the stretch looks very inviting for me to just let loose.
Three bursts of over revving the bike to give it a sudden boost, and a sudden release of the clutch just before reaching a decent over rev makes the bike leap and sprint like a stallion. With the reins (handle) firmly in my hand, guiding my ride through the few pot holes that I am sure were not there yesterday, I cover the small stretch of road in less than quarter the time I'd take usually.
These few seconds cause my spirit to fly with the wind, reminding me of my engineering days - flirting with the wind; jumping over the pot holes and racing a higher powered vehicle on a path with no road. Well, that's a whole different story.