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How Far Do You Go When You Run a 100 Kilometres?

It’s been more than three weeks since I’ve been back from Ladakh, after running my self-supported 100 km ultra-marathon on 6th September 2022. I have sat in front of the laptop, waiting for the words to translate into furious typing at the keyboard, but I just caught myself staring at a blank screen. Whatever words emerged seemed so frivolous, not doing justice either to the magnificent experience that I had just had, or to the beauty of the journey that I had been on.

How do you summarize a journey that has shaped you in so many ways?

A silence has descended upon me since my return because Ladakh, its breath-taking landscape, and my run had changed me in so many ways. I was still trying to put words to what that inner transformation felt like and how it had changed my life in so many wondrous ways.

Leh, Ladakh stands at 11,500 feet above sea level. Cold, desert mountains, with rarefied air, the blazing sun on clear days, and less than 50% oxygen at higher altitudes such as the mountain passes, at 17,000+ feet that I was hoping to make it to. All these make it quite a challenge to walk, let alone run in. And attempting a 100 km long run in that terrain felt like a crazy goal for me.

“Why not do this in the plains?” I was asked by concerned friends and family.

“What’s the challenge in that?” I would respond. I guess that’s what dreams are made of, and this was a dream I had started working on a few months ago.

When I ran 55 kms last year in Ladakh, I had sworn that I wouldn’t do another ultra-marathon. Ever. Again. As they say though, never trust runners when they say stuff like this.

Before I knew it, my eyes were set on a 100 km target for this year.

But, why, you may still ask.

Because I needed to feel alive, I needed to work towards something to keep me energized, to make me spring out of bed every day. I needed a direction to continue going towards a goal that I cherished.

So, let’s start from there. Dreams, and a sense of purpose. And how they fuel us into action and in a subtle way, cause a metamorphosis that takes a while to reveal itself in true form. What’s indisputable is that we are left changed forever.

I started out by asking how far do you go when you run a 100 kilometres.

This was my journey, these were some of my milestones.

1. Having a purpose in life: For most of us, life is about the job we do, the family we take care of, and a few other things beyond that. Purpose, on the other hand, fuels us, makes us set goals, brings focus and discipline that help us to attain those goals, and gives a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. For me this year, the 100 km ultra-marathon was that purpose.

2. Hope: It’s not just a feeling or an emotion, but a belief in my abilities, in setting goals, and finding pathways to achieve those goals. I had never run anything close to this distance even in the plains, but I wanted to train for it. I was told in no uncertain terms that I was under prepared, but that didn’t stop me from forging ahead. I guess it really challenged the Dilliwali in me. All you have to do to get me to do something is to tell me I can’t do it. After all, what’s the fun in dreaming something if it doesn’t feel challenging enough or isn’t fraught with obstacles?

The resolve to train for it became all the more strong because I definitely wanted to attempt and complete a 100k.

“How about we settle for 75 kms,” I was asked.

“How about we target 100 kms and see how I do,” I replied.

I was waiting to see what would unfold but in the meantime, the purpose and hope influencers came in the form of the All In Running team: Chetan, my dearest friend and running coach; Nakul, the creator of All in Running and a seasoned running coach himself; Tarika, the amazing nutritionist and wellness coach who changed my relationship with food and effected a huge shift in my body image, and made me a stronger, well fueled runner; Shiv, my strength training coach who worked on building overall strength in the body to make me a more powerful runner, and their trusted physiotherapist often called as the “Messiah for runners, the one with the magic wand,” Dr. Chandan Chawla of Ability Physiotherapy who crafted the most brilliant mobility routines for me which finally helped me to run pain-free. The holistic training program came together beautifully, and gave me a structure and a rhythm to follow every day. And I could tell the difference in my performance as the weeks rolled by. I was running stronger, faster, more efficiently, and longer.

3. Discipline: I would wake up at 4 AM in the summers to start running by 5AM, thanks to the Delhi’s sweltering heat. While I complained a LOT about the heat and humidity in the monsoons, I knew there was no option but to head out the door, on every single training day. In the dark, cold winter months, while the neighbourhood was snoozing in bed, I would be out the door again. And repeat that over the rainy season as well. The morning walkers would comment on how they have seen me every season, come rain, sun or cold. The discipline would trickle down to other aspects of my life too: Work, eating meals, and getting to bed on time.  

4. Working through obstacles: Stress, hormones, life, weather would all come in the way initially. Hormonal changes in me were bringing about hot flashes which made running in the heat and humidity even more difficult. Not to mention the insomnia and the mood changes. Being a psychologist, I could see it from a distance and that helped me kick in solution-focused strategies. Yes, I would moan and complain about how hot it is, how humid it is, how my body temperature was rising so rapidly due to the heat, how I would lose patience, how frustrated I would become. But none of these stopped me from stepping out for a run. Ever. And so I mastered the art of persistence, stubbornness and resilience as I worked through the roadblocks that often came my way.

5. Put your best foot forward: The only mantra I had was that I would give my best at every training run. And I realized that when you are motivated, when you engage in encouraging, optimistic (but realistic) self-talk the best foot automatically strikes forward. And then the momentum just builds and before you know it, you have won the day.

6. Mindfulness: Running, especially in nature, makes you engage your senses in every way, if done right. My mind would quieten down every time I would run. Nature has a way of soothing the most frazzled nerves, and hence running outdoors is my preferred stress buster. I would pay attention to the cadence of my feet; listening to the birds chirping, or the everyday sounds of a bustling city or a quiet forest trail; eyes fixed right ahead, taking in the beauty of the surroundings, catching the rising sun, and sometimes even seeing the moon in the wee hours of dawn; pausing to pet the friendly neighborhood dog, Chameli; taking in the early morning smells of incense in peoples’ homes, and of course the food they cooked! Freshly made paranthas, toast, and the tadka (seasoning) in most Indian homes are my absolute favorites. See, I pay close attention 😊

7. Endurance: Initially even 5 kms would seem like a lot. But as the mileage increased, the ability to endure the long distances increased. You learn to push through fatigue and distress, you learn patience, forbearance, and the commitment to reach your destination while enjoying the journey and the process too. When you are pounding the road for hours on end, the state of flow is so blissful. You hit the wall, you get a second wind, and you continue despite of, inspite of…

8. Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional: This has been one of my favorite quotes for a while now. My threshold to bear pain and distress increased significantly during my training. What would seem to be easy triggers to derail me initially stopped triggering me over time. I could tolerate more distress, the stressors got muted, and I could feel a certain strength and fortitude within that I never knew existed. The immunity to physical or psychological pain was building up slowly and steadily, and the bringing forth of the diamond from a piece of coal is something I could relate to. Bring on the pressure and the stress, I will take it on with a smile.


The time had come to finally be in Ladakh for the 100k ultra. I was nervous. The goal was daunting. But there were lessons waiting to unfold on the race course for me. More on that in a bit…

I could barely eat the breakfast on the morning of the race day. I couldn’t put a finger on it. Was it race day nerves? Excitement? A tinge of self-doubt which I know every runner goes through when they have set a large goal ahead of them? I couldn’t tell. I was a bundle of energy, good and everything else all morphed into one, I concluded. I caught myself just staring into space as I ran my finger along the rim of the steaming hot cup of lemon ginger honey tea I was sipping on.

Jeet ke aana, ma’am!” (“Win the race and return triumphant, ma’am!”) is what Sonam, the ever smiling, omnipresent server at the hotel’s restaurant said, at least four times that morning. 😊

I told him that I would remember his words when my body and spirits would be flailing along the course for the next 24 hours.

Tunnu ley, the very trusted driver of the car that would be crewing for me was waiting outside as we made our way to it. Twenty four litres of water, food, gels & electrolytes, first aid kit, oxygen tank, warm clothes, change of clothes, extra pair of shoes, and everything else I could think of for the next 24 hours keeping in mind the very variable weather of Ladakh was packed in the car.  We set off for the start line in a village called Chuchot Yakma, and all I could think of were the many reasons I was doing this run, reaffirming my faith in myself.

And as I started running, it was the most spiritually humbling experience I can think of, when you feel so dwarfed by the mountains and the expansive sky around you, that any hint of ego or self-importance fades away. The lessons started pouring in yet again.

9. The big “Why” of running: Why was I subjecting myself to the long distance under such harsh conditions? The reasons were several. I wanted to see how much I could push myself, how much I could achieve of the latent potential that was undiscovered till now; had I become stronger as a person, both physically and mentally? Was I capable of achieving more than I had ever dreamt of earlier? And then of course there were external but very important reasons: Running for my mom who struggled with a lung condition that took her away from us close to 4 years ago; every breath was in her name. For my friends and former patients with spinal cord injuries who were left paralyzed and would never be able to walk again. For Buddy, my dog who was so calmly waiting to recover from a foot he fractured 6 weeks ago. And for my god daughter, who was born the day after I landed in Leh. I needed to finish this run to bring solace to my heart since I missed witnessing her birth and being with her. And of course for Sonam, who looked at me with so much earnestness and sincerity that I would have not liked to disappoint him.

10. We are tiny specks in this mighty cosmos: I was once again awestruck by the sheer magnitude and magnificence of the mountains. They were fierce, yet gentle, daunting yet encouraging, and demanded such respect that you are left with no choice but to bow your head in front of them. They are not entities to be conquered but are bestowers of a deep wisdom that you have to be open to receive. Running 100 kms across the length, breadth, and height of these mountains helped let go of so much of the mental trappings we accumulate that you end up feeling lighter and less complicated than when you started out to be. There is a humility which seeps in which leaves nothing but immense gratitude in your heart.

11. Know thyself: There is no competition along the way, there is no beating your personal best and obsessing with the tracker on your wrist. There are no cheerleaders rooting for you. You are with yourself, dealing with your own demons inside the head, dealing with pain and fatigue, and tired legs. And you deal with them on your own, and you get to know yourself so much better. Of what all you are capable of, and where one is still work in progress. The observations about the self have never come in such greater frequency than in a situation like this.

12. The silence within: And then the thoughts start falling on the wayside, and you realize the beauty of the silence that descends within. When you run in the night, it’s quiet and dark, the moon is resplendent in all its glory, a sheet of stars is shining overhead, and you see the faint outline of the mountains next to you. A natural peace and tranquility find their way into your being. And you realize the futility of the mind, and how easy it is to turn inward to experience a state of bliss.

The climb up to Tanglangla Pass

13. Resilience: At the 71st km I had a dizzy spell and fell. I was at an altitude of about 16,000 feet, the exhaustion was beginning to kick in, and the remaining distance was a steady climb up to the mountain pass. I thought it was the end of the run for me because I was clear that I would not put my health to any extreme risk. I asked to pause the run (even though the clock kept ticking) to eat and rest for a few minutes rather than panic and stop right there. I needed to assess myself if I could go on, without giving into emotions. And move forward I did. I was off again to complete the run without any more hiccups. This resilience, the ability to fall, get up, and move on is something that will serve us well our entire lives.

14. Cognitive flexibility: You need to shift gears, or course correct when the situation demands it. We need to roll with the punches to experience life without getting bogged down. And so when the weather demanded that we change the course at the 84th km due to zero visibility caused by a snow blizzard, rather than feeling defeated or calling it a DNF (Did Not Finish), we chose to change the path to reach the target distance. The challenge was still there for the tired legs but that added to the fun. I am so glad we completed the 100 kms, because the view of the mountains was just even more spectacular towards the end of the run on the changed course.

Tunnu ley, Me, and Chetan at the start line.

15. Gratitude: On reaching the 100 km mark on a solo run, you are not distracted by cheering people or high fives because, well, there is no one around you. In that moment, it is just you expressing gratitude to the core crew for being with you across the distance, through the day and night. They were attentive to what I needed, when. Chetan would cut fruit for me at meals, walk next to me in the night rather than a tad bit ahead to see what lay ahead, made sure I was fueled well, and was in good spirits with his encouraging words. They both made an amazing cup of black coffee on a camping stove at 11 PM at night. Tunnu ley would drive right behind me at night, at a painstakingly slow pace  to ensure that there were no dogs waiting to pounce on me along the way, and also on the climb to the mountain pass, because the breathing was becoming labored.

I can’t thank Chetan and Tunnu ley enough because I wouldn’t have been able to do this without their support… And then there is gratitude to the mountains for letting you pass, to the body that helped you accomplish this dream that you had dared to dream. There are tears of joy and there is a thumping heart that makes you feel more alive than ever. Mission Accomplished.

Sonam, mein jeet ke aa gayi” (“I’m back and I won, Sonam!”) is what I announced at dinner when I met Sonam. His smile was beaming as he made sure I ate well.

I had finished the 100k run. But this was not the journey’s end.

I caught myself staring into space again, reflecting on the 24 hours that had gone by. I was back in that now familiar blissful state of flow, savoring every moment, in the here and now. I was tougher yet vulnerable, more restful and centered, more tolerant and accepting, and thriving in the ability to let go of what was coming in the way of my joy and happiness. I was less sensitive to slights, external stressors, irritants, and more confident of my ability to deal with whatever life throws my way.

One of my favorite memories from the run was to turn the head torch off in the pitch dark night and see the moon and the stars above. I always, always look for the North Star, because in my own sentimental way I feel Mom’s guidance as a symbolic representation of it. It has taken on so many meanings for me since then: of purpose, guidance, hope, a sense of constancy. 

I called this 100 km my North Star run, where I was guided by my True North to find my calling and my purpose, for it had the steadfastness to steer me in the direction that led me to a path of making me realize my true potential. And it only seems apt to quote from a blog about this that I wrote earlier:

O Dhruva (North Star)
How will I discover wondrous things if I don’t wander?
But also, I wonder, how will I know I won’t get lost if I do wander?
How will I know what lies beyond the horizon,
If I never leave the shore?
But how will I know I’ll find my way back to the shore,
If I am unmoored?
How will I know who I am,
If I don’t find out who I am not?
What will it take for me to part the sea of confusion,
And find the land of clarity?
Is it you that is my North Star,
Or is it me?
Will I shape my experiences and emotions,
Or will they shape me?
Do my relationships dictate how I am,
wholesome or a jumbled jigsaw puzzle?
Or do I make relationships what they can be?
Will I have the courage to take on the world,
And not be weighed down by expectations, of my own or of others?
Will I able to gaze upon the limitless sky
And find that unblinking, brilliant fixed point to guide me?
What will it take for me to lose that which holds me back?
And what will it take for me to find myself?
I look at you, Dhruva,
And I realize, all I need to do is look at myself,
To look within.
For, it is not just the questions that reside inside me.
The answers all spring from within too.
Because the darkness-dispelling light is within me.

 The answers have never been clearer, and the light has never shone brighter. I am blessed and humbled. But most of all, I am.

Hor Vi Neevan Ho*: Be Humbler to Ascend Higher

(Part 2 of 4 of the story of my tryst with destiny in running my first ultramarathon, in Ladakh

So here I was, in Ladakh, fifteen days before my 55 kms ultramarathon, looking forward to acclimatizing and getting used to the altitude. Leh stands at about 11,500 feet and so with that as our base, the plan was to gradually ascend to 17,800 feet over the next two weeks. Somehow it didn’t sound as daunting because there was a whole element of fun, play, and adventure associated with it.

In the backdrop, I kept looking at the mountains and how they seemed to have a life of their own, standing tall in their own stoicism. If one harbors any notion of being superior, they soon come crashing down as one realizes how small one feels in comparison to these majestic mountains, who only command us to humbly bow down our heads and renounce our ego, leading to the only way we will ever understand the grace, benevolence, and love that is offered to us from whichever source we choose to receive it from.

A life sized Buddha as seen from Diskit Monastery, Nubra Valley

A life sized Buddha as seen from Diskit Monastery, Nubra Valley

Hor vi neevan ho
Uccha saroon gharoor mein
Kaddi naa phal paaye, fakira

(Bow your head down in humility
There is great pleasure in holding the head high in arrogance
But that pleasure will never be fulfilling.
Bow your head down in humility.)


The 500 steps up to Shanti Stupa

The 500 steps up to Shanti Stupa

In the initial days, we stayed in and around Leh town, walking up the road and the steps to Shanti Stupa, and taking in the blue skies, the shining sun, and the valley that was nestled below. The fighter jets and choppers taking off from the defence airport at Leh would make their presence felt with their daily sorties. If there was an intimidating feeling I experienced being around the landscape, the proximity to the border added to that feeling, though only momentarily. Because it almost felt like the mountains had hidden messages in their weathered faces and often-changing topography as we traversed Ladakh over the next few days.

“Let your worries fall by the wayside, we got this.”

In Stok village, half an hour away from Leh town, the trees danced. In the silence of the valley, the only sound one heard was that of the leaves rustling and letting out a whooshing sound, the cows mooed, the golden wheat ears glistened in the sun, the clouds glided by gracefully, and the mountains looked down on us, protectively.

“Are you being in the present moment or are your worries taking you away?”

The ruminations truly faded away, and gratitude took over, especially when I looked up at a star-studded sky later that night, and the one constellation I definitely wanted to see: The Milky Way. The sky wore a sheen of white, with the twinkling stars looking down over the valley, and I heard myself sigh in amazement quite a few times. 😊 

The Buddha at Stok Village

The Buddha at Stok Village

We had to acclimatize by being active with our walks and runs and that was made so much more fun by taking in the sights and sounds (of silence) of areas in and around Leh. Be it the gorgeous, larger-than-life Buddha statue that overlooked the Stok valley, or climbing the steps up only to learn that the museum was closed. So when life gives you lemons, we decided to have lemon ginger honey tea at the café in Stok Palace, and walking the entire loop of the road that housed the entire village. One could hear gurgling brooks, watch children walk to school, families tending to their farms and with a wave of their hand wish “Jullay,” with the cows giving a quizzical look at the visitors in town. The kilometres we walked seemed to go by so fast when we were so immersed in nature, and the mind being oh-so-silent.

Mein jogan ban dar dar phir diye
Koi na meriyan, ramzaan pachanay

(I am a wanderer, going from place to place
No one can unravel the secrets within me.)

Every day we reached newer heights which boosted my confidence for sure. It’s all so relative, right? The first day I looked up at Shanti Stupa, at a height of about 11,800 feet, my mind wondered “Wow, that’s high up!” The next acclimatization 15 km run was to a point close to Ganglas village and that was at 13,500 feet and once we reached the turnaround point we could see Shanti Stupa down below. “Beat yesterday, didn’t we?”

I have to say, the 15th century mud brick Tisseru stupa on the way to Ganglas was awe-inspiring, in a way nondescript, and thankfully not oft-visited by tourists, which made being there so much more soul-satisfying.


And so onwards, every day we marched up to South Pullu (altitude of 15,300 feet), Khardung-La (17,800 feet) and onwards to Sumur in Nubra Valley where the plan was to do yet another long run but at a lower altitude of 10,000 feet.

I learnt to be very mindful at this altitude and respected my body, by ensuring that I wasn’t rushing through the walks and runs, was hydrating & fuelling well, and of course was in the right gear all the time, because of how quickly the temperatures would vary from 20C to sub-zero temperatures within a span of 2-3 hours when you drive up to Khardung-La and then back to warmer climes. I did have a mild bout of acute mountain sickness in the form of a headache after my run at South Pullu but that was expected and soon blew over.

The snow at Khardung-La Top at 17852 feet.

The snow at Khardung-La Top at 17852 feet.

My mind was focused towards my 55 km run goal and I wanted to make sure nothing could come in the way, at least to my best ability. Only to know later, on the actual day of the run, how unexpected occurrences come to throw you off track, or to test you even more. 😊

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Off the beaten track, we stayed at Sumur in Nubra valley, where the sheer beauty of the surroundings were covered with a veil of silence. If one really wanted to go “see” something, it was their local monastery and a museum called “Heritage Abode” which was the erstwhile home of Late Col Chewang Rinchen, a Ladakhi hero who dedicated his life to the Indian Army. All this, over an uphill walk of 2-3 kms, with a steady stream of glacial water gurgling close by, and ancient trees with trunks joined at the hip seemingly wanting to cradle whoever lay there.

In Nubra valley

In Nubra valley

People in Ladakh go about their work and daily chores so silently, effortlessly, mindfully. There was no rush, no stress to get anywhere fast. No unnecessary banter, conversations, and noise that we get so accustomed to while living in cities. There are so many trappings we could do away with, I thought. And somehow it just happened so naturally in the mountains, if only one chose to see it, to be one with nature, to want to turn inwards, and to live and love with simplicity and integrity. We city dwellers have so much to learn from them.

The long run in Nubra valley had a smattering of fun, adventure, and pauses just to take in whatever was emerging in the moment: Like a detour to look for a lake (which we never did find), playing with a pup who later ran behind me for a distance and helped push pace 😉, pausing to talk to a local who was beating down the ripe sea buckthorn berries from the trees and us finally eating them.

The start line of the longer distances at La Ultra-The High

The start line of the longer distances at La Ultra-The High

A realization dawned on me; that so much deconditioning happens in the mountains where erstwhile “rules”  that we had learnt as kids go out the window. I learnt to eat fruit fresh off the trees, and drink spring water flowing through tiny streams. It felt so liberating. Anyway, back to that run and on our way we would be saluting the convoy of army vehicles, or taking pictures of the La Ultra start line, the puddle with a reflection of me running, or the mural on the wall that said “It’s the little things that matter.” Before we knew it, we were on our feet for 15 kms and counting. Every thing we encountered mattered.

The mountains were a constant. And yet sometimes they would hide behind a thick curtain of fog, with the clouds getting darker, more threatening, ominous looking. And all you had to do was keep the faith, and to continue taking one step at a time, towards the destination that you knew lay ahead of you. The sun did shine, the clouds dissipated, and there lay the mountains and the path ahead, in their full glory, and I could almost hear them say, “What were you fretting about? Even if the destination wasn’t in sight, you could still enjoy the journey!”

I was in awe of the changing topography of the mountains on the long drives we took across Ladakh. Big boulders and rocks would be strategically placed on their faces, maintaining a fine balance, almost ready to topple off, and I am sure they would have at the slightest disturbance. So symbolic of life’s balancing act as well. The weathering led to different colors and textures, and sometimes the mountains would seem daunting and intimidating and just a wee bit away they would seem gentle and kind, with rolling green pastures for the several breeds of livestock that reside there. 

Do you believe in signs? I take note of them :) or maybe joy in unanticipated discoveries like finding Mom’s favorite flower, the lavender, growing in the wild all along the drive to Nubra Valley. Yellow butterflies, also having spiritual significance, were seen flitting around, and the smile on my face, and the warmth in my heart grew. I was getting wrapped in love from all sides.

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The mountains taught me to take things in my stride, to embrace whatever came my way. I lived by their example. They stood tall, unfazed by the harsh sun, the strong winds, rain, snow, and whatever else came in between as inclement weather conditions.

“What else have you got to test me with? Bring it on.”

And sure enough, I was tested soon after.


I was getting used to the altitude. Breathing on faster paced runs became so much more easier. It was time to up the game.

And so, a decision was made to stay the night in a tent at the High Camp (altitude 15000 feet), 12 kms below Wari La Pass, the pass being the highest altitude I would touch on race day, at 17216 feet, which would also be the turn around point for the 55 kms.

Gazing longingly at Wari La Pass, the halfway point of my ultra at 27.5 kms, and at an altitude of 17,216 feet

Gazing longingly at Wari La Pass, the halfway point of my ultra at 27.5 kms, and at an altitude of 17,216 feet

My first ever camping experience in this terrain, first ever in any case. It was time for me to step out of the comfort zone even more. To be prepared for whatever came my way, whether it be harsh weather conditions, attending to nature’s calls while out in the wild, making do with whatever resources we had in the middle of nowhere, living in isolation and managing on your own, or anything else that emerged in that moment.

On the evening of 15th September, tents were pitched at High Camp, with no human being in sight for kms on end, and a tiny rivulet of water running past the site. Wari La Pass was in clear sight, and I gazed at it longingly. The locals believe that the mountain passes allow people to go by. One can’t be too confident to trudge along it at will. I waited to see what would happen in 4 days and silently prayed to the Mountain Gods, if there are any, or any God who would have heard my prayers. 😊

Within half an hour, winds at 50 kmph speed with a high chill factor started blowing through the High Camp from the Pass, and the temperatures dipped to -10C. We soon huddled into our tents to stay warm and have dinner.

The tent flapped all night, the winds screamed in my ears, and of course sleep evaded me, not out of fear, but just because I was taking in what nature was sending my way. Would the yaks grazing a bit higher up on the mountains descend close to where we were, to find some warmth? Would the tent get uprooted? What if it started snowing? Usually these thoughts would create some anxiety, but surprisingly enough, I was experiencing all this in the spirit of wondrous amazement.


And then something else finally happened which brought memories, and a bit of pain with it.

The sleeping bag was too warm, and I was overdressed with layers and it was time to take some off. And just that tiny bit of effort left me winded at that altitude, with the depleted oxygen in the atmosphere. And I thought of Mom at the peak of her illness, for whom every breath even while sitting was a laborious task. A shower and wearing clothes would leave her exhausted, and yet she chose to be fiercely independent through till her end. She lived like this for months, and here I was, struggling for a few minutes. Tears streamed, much needed, for Mom’s suffering and pain, and in a way appreciating her courage and strength through it all.

In no way can I say I “knew” or “understood” what she went through, but I got a whiff of what it was like to breathe with effort, without taking it for granted, and how fatigued it left someone. This was exactly the reason I wanted to run, for Mom. Every breath I took, at this perilous altitude was in her name, and I would have taken one step in front of the other, perhaps knowing she would be with me all the way.

The winds lashed all night, and into the morning, and I wore back all the layers before stepping out at 5:15 AM to finally breathe some fresh air. The long night in the tent felt claustrophobic (probably because it was also my first experience) and I wanted to see some light too, because the head torch didn’t really cut it for me. The mountains were just about waking up, and the sun was streaming over their peaks.

And then some more early morning gazing at the start line down below :)

And then some more early morning gazing at the start line down below :)

After packing up our tents, we drove up to Wari La Pass, and on our way we got off and walked 2 kms uphill over three intervals, including at the top. I felt good, breathing was better, and the pauses were minimum.

For someone who has always been used to running long distances with music, I decided to ditch that for my ultramarathon. I needed to observe the road, to see where the undulating bits came, and which patches I could walk and which ones I could run. This was a challenge I was ready to take, again, because I didn’t want to become a slave to habit. I needed to broaden my horizon and push my limits a bit more and adapt to the new terrain and the demands it would place. And everything fell into place beautifully.  It was all unfolding so effortlessly.

“Ask for nothing and all will come your way,” the mountains seemed to tell me.

Ho rabba koi merey dil diyan kadraan pachanay
Mein sawali jinna nahin koi sawal

(O Lord, if only someone could understand my heart’s deliberations
I am a seeker who seeks nothing.)


Time was drawing closer to the actual race day. The excitement within me was building up, as were some nerves. Not once did a thought cross my though on whether I would be able to do this. All that came by was, “I will give it my best. Let’s see what comes of it.”

Good luck wishes started pouring in from family and friends and I smiled and cried happy tears as I heard them all. And of course Jassi, my boy had something to say which further determined my steely resolve to cross that finish line. What did he say, you may ask? I heard it again on the morning of race day, which is what I will write about next. So I guess we will have to wait for that when I come back with that post :)

(*P.S. The verses scattered through the post are from one of my all time favorite Punjabi songs “Hor vi neevan ho” rendered by Noori on Coke Studio Pakistan.)

Border Roads Organization (BRO) have not just made the superb roads in the most inaccessible places of Ladakh, but have regaled us with their quirky messages on sign boards, and of course painted a frog shaped rock to give it some life. Here is me hugging the Khardung-La Frog :)

Border Roads Organization (BRO) have not just made the superb roads in the most inaccessible places of Ladakh, but have regaled us with their quirky messages on sign boards, and of course painted a frog shaped rock to give it some life. Here is me hugging the Khardung-La Frog :)