Keerthana Sankaran, Dream Runners
My father was the main reason that my mother and I are running, and since then, a couple of times a month we would run together. Those family runs are very special moments. Moments in which we celebrate the harmony of our aims in life, our thoughts and our footsteps. The overcoming of the challenging run by the unspoken, comforting company of my family. The feeling of pride that we are a part of a healthy family. We are strong and nothing can defeat us. Nothing can break down our wall of health and happiness.
Since my mother starting running, she has been my constant running partner. As it is with all mother-daughter conversations, we usually start with a casual topic while we run, about something that happened the previous day. And it eventually ends up in an argument. This leads to pacing away from my mother in anger. Then after a while, I would realise that she is inevitably the only person in sync with my foot and my heart. By the end of the run, we would be laughing about how childish our argument was.
Running with my father was always a different level of bonding. Most of the time his energy was focussed on the technical details of his movement. But I always liked to pretend that we were conversing through telepathy. I don’t know how involved he was in those conversations, but in my head I could hear his voice.
Marathon days are the most rewarding. It never mattered who, in the three of us, achieved PB, who fought the tough terrain war, but the victory was ours. The medals were shared. The satisfaction was common.
When I run marathons, the loudest cheers were from my dad. I can always hear the pride in his voice. After my hardest battles, he would help me stretch, get me hydrated. He always knew when I would need help and when I’m strong enough to handle the post-run struggle on my own.
If it weren’t for my family, I would have never gotten into running. The act of running, the motivation and energy I derive from my family is something I will carry with me wherever I go because this is one comfort zone that is not worth leaving…