I may have big feet,
but they don’t really bring out the sportsperson in me…
I may travel, but I
never really get outdoorsy…
When I make a trip, I
have only two purposes – one to go in search of myths, legends, folklores, just
about any kind of stories, another to gather my thoughts while I bask in the
beauty of nature. In fact, those purposes are so strong in me, that when I
travel for mere fun, it is oddly unfulfilling!
So when I told my
parents I was taking off to Coorg, yet again, merely a week after I was back
from my first solo trip, and that too, to run a trail of sorts, they were
dumfounded. Here I was, their
never-a-sports-girl-always-locked-up-in-her-room-writing-something daughter,
suddenly announcing my interest in wanting to “run a 10K nature trail”
that
Amway Nutrilite was conducting in Coorg on a Sunday.
You see, my interest in
this activity all rested on the ‘nature trail’ part of it. The ‘run’ part
barely mattered. But just in case, I did practise a one hour walk-and-jog (more
walk than jog) exercise in the night in the preceding week. And my muse for
this unexpected enthusiasm for a 10K run? The trail that was to be run: amidst
coffee plantations, past waterfalls, crossing rivulets, climbing steep and
rocky hills… And no, none of these brought out any kind of sportsmanship in me;
they simply teased the writer in me, making my eyes yearn to see them all.
After my Big Foot and Big Bore episode and my Big Foot Spirit episode, I didn’t quite know where to
place Coorg as I had barely seen it. But with this nature trail run dangling, tantalisingly,
like a carrot, in front of my eyes, it seemed like Coorg wasn’t done with me, after
all…
