It is a question I ask myself every evening when I come back from my run, dripping from head to toe, only to grin and bear a "hot" shower -- because there's no running cold water in Dubai from May through October, if not November.
I am not a natural runner. Swimming and the sea are more my thing. My mum, Vicky, always said I swam before I walked.
In London, I was lucky to live and work at Chelsea Harbour and take advantage of the beautiful swimming pool of the hotel there. And so, gray skies, wind, rain or snow -- very rarely sun!!! -- I would dedicate one hour a day to swimming. It was a ritual and discipline I kept up for many years.
It was fun though when football teams were away against my club, Chelsea FC -- Stamford Bridge being a stone's throw away -- and stayed at the hotel in Chelsea Harbour. They would train at the hotel's gym and it was great to meet them and watch their routines. Once, this very handsome guy was singing away, non-stop, while lifting weights. To earn myself a respite, I kindly asked him to guide me through a few movements. Later, when I recounted the episode to a friend, she gulped... It turned out he was one of the Il Divo singers. Grace Jones too used to come in for a swim. She'd arrive, flamboyant as ever, in her famous fake fur coat. She was always chatty and friendly with all the other girls in the changing room. Ohhhh, and when Boyzone were in town...
But I mostly stuck to the 17-meter heated pool that had a huge bay window the length of the hall . It was great to be in the water when it was freezing cold, snowing or pouring with rain outdoors.
And the charming thing was that in the changing room, pool or gym, everyone was friendly, encouraging and eager to exchange fitness tips.
The pool in my garden... super, but not for laps! |
At first I used to walk for one hour in the early morning. A neighbor and her Labrador joined me and we would walk all around Umm Suqeim. We got to know all the gardeners, drivers and construction workers in the area. But then the flies got the better of us -- we were shutting them out from our throats and hitting ourselves nonstop to keep them away. Also a special track was built on Al Thanya Street, which is when I decided to switch to evenings and try that out.
The Al Thanya Street track (on the left) |
With my running mate Mina at the end of the Dubai Marathon in January |
I have to admit that now, with temperatures in the 45 degrees Celsius in the evening, I'm only doing 4-5 kms, just for good measure.
Which takes me back to the question: Why do I run? The answer is very simple: Because I can! I am extremely fortunate to be in good health (touch wood, does a little dance, brings out the rabbit tail) and to have two arms and legs that are fully functional. I also run because it's "me" time -- time when I can think, see, smell and be part of the outdoors and of a great like-minded community. I watch the sun set behind Burj al Arab and think how fortunate I am to be able to do so.
I run to the sun
The wind caressing my back
Pushing me forward