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| Credit: truppr.com |
My first and only Truppr
experience, was in August. Lord have mercy, Natachy, a friend who had shed over
70KG and still counting, had invited me to a run. We had always complained
about how I live in town, and her in Karu and how it was difficult to meetup
for a run. Bam! She sent me a direct message me on twitter and invited me. I
promptly registered, bragged about it, and then looked forward to it with all
the gusto I could muster. On the day, I arrived early, not been to the old
parade ground before, I was skeptical of my taxi driver. But he was right. By
the time I summoned courage to walk through the gates, I saw figures of all
shapes and sizes, most figurines perched around a handful of cars, engaged in
friendly chatter and waiting for the late comers. Apparently I fell in the
latter category.
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| Credits: twitter.com/Natachyy |
I met a few familiar faces like
Messrs Sangowawa and Mukoro, who made blending in easier for me. Soon, Natachy
arrived, and pleasantries were shared. And that was when the warm ups began.
The stretching, running, bending,
turning all in one position, caught the winds out of my sails to remind
me how much I‘ve missed working out and exercising beyond the acceptable
boundaries of lazy. But it as worth it. I felt better, my muscles felt
stretched and oiled for the run, and I was looking forward to it. A little
while later, the run was off, and I was still around the cars, helping to pack
up ‘stuff’ in to the cars. Thus, I was a couple minutes late. About 3 minutes I
guess.
I turned on the music on my
phone, plugged my earpiece and strutted away in a bid to catch up with the
bunch of runners/walkers. Now, the thing with me, is that I’m a great
competitor; and then a bad one as well. I love competition. I believe that life
is about who gets it first. No matter how much we all stand in the queue
waiting for our turn, if I turned up earlier to join the queue, it would be my
urn first. And I brought that mentality to the run, even though I knew I wasn’t
in the beat of shapes, to finish ahead of everyone. If for anything, my
competitive spirit can’t be easily dampened. Not even by the smiles and abandon
on the faces of those whom I overtook within seconds, though they had a three
minutes start.
By the first turn, I had to climb
a hill. My muscles were grinding and fatigue was setting in, but I was not the
type to just give in. But a second look at myself, changed everything, I
happened to be the one really interested about finishing first. Maybe those who
are like me were far ahead or something, but everyone whom I overtook, never
seem to take it serious. To them, it was about burning the unnecessary fat,
staying fit, and clocking their best time yet. And I was there trying to kill
my muscles for not fueling me enough. When I hit the imaginary red tape, there
were a couple of faces who had eaten up the race like yam, and were nestled
around the cars and waiting for the rest of us to turn up. Natachy was one of
them. She was already posing for pictures and was being ‘famzed’ by ladies with
rings around their torsos, hoping to be like her soon.
Soon, everyone had crossed their
red tape, and there was a call for dance aerobics. I had a seminar to catch
that fateful Saturday, so I said my goodbyes, and off I went in a painted taxi.
I looked forward to the September edition, but I missed it doe to pressing
deadlines. Now, I’m looking foreward to an October date at a race, where
everyone, whether you chose to run or walk, end up first and right, clocking
their best time ever!
