{"id":618,"date":"2012-03-23T17:20:00","date_gmt":"2012-03-23T11:50:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/therunningsoul.com\/2012\/03\/joy-of-learning\/"},"modified":"2014-11-14T18:45:36","modified_gmt":"2014-11-14T13:15:36","slug":"joy-of-learning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/therunningsoul.com\/2012\/03\/joy-of-learning\/","title":{"rendered":"joy of learning"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><\/p>\n<div><span><span>Post the marathon I rested on my laurels.<\/span><span>\u00a0A few days later, there was this incredible feeling of loss- I felt a void due to the lack of a goal. Pushing my accomplishment out of my mind I looked ahead. All I saw was the long road ahead with no real aim. Next year\u2019s marathon is too far and as the summer looms ahead of me, there is no other run planned. I could, of course continue running, but that somehow was not motivating enough to get me out of bed in this prolonged Bombay winter.<span><\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/span><\/span><br \/><span><span><br \/><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span><span>As the weather gets warmer, after I ran a half marathon for fun, I had\u00a0<\/span><span>the<\/span><span>\u00a0urge to learn something new\u2026.i want to learn to SWIM! The breast stroke that I had learnt as a child was enough to save my life, but now I need swimming as a cross trainer to improve my running\u2026\u2026for better lung capacity- to run faster!<span><\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/span><\/span><br \/><span><span><span><br \/><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>So here I was-one morning on the day of the spring equinox- bright and early- waiting at the club for the coach , who had also trained my little fish, Sanjana. And the session began\u2026\u2026step by step; I was initiated into the technicalities. Each step was apparently simple. The trouble began when half an hour into the class, Sailesh told me to do them all together. To co-ordinate my breathing, with the rhythm of my legs, as well as smooth arm motion was not only daunting, but an impossible task! Invariably I would forget one or the other. The worst was when I forgot breathe and I went under. I came up sputtering much to the amusement of the seasoned aunty swimmer gilding past me!<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/p>\n<div><a href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-KY7si6OOM08\/T2xcZ--_ocI\/AAAAAAAADDk\/lk9q7KzV2NE\/s1600\/bubble.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-KY7si6OOM08\/T2xcZ--_ocI\/AAAAAAAADDk\/lk9q7KzV2NE\/s1600\/bubble.jpg\"><\/a><\/div>\n<p><span><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>The joy of learning a new thing is what really stimulates the mind. While swimming, I forgot everything around me and I was in the moment to grasp the action. I thoroughly enjoyed the challenge as I tried again and again-<\/p>\n<p><\/span><br \/><span><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>As kids we constantly learnt new things. That is why childhood was spent in happiness. Then as we got older the mundanity of repetition took over.<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span>And now, as I learn, I am alive again!<\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span><span>So that is the key- one new thing a year!<\/span><span><\/p>\n<p><\/span><\/span><br \/><span><span><br \/><\/span><\/span><br \/><i><span>\u201cI hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.\u201d ~Confucius<\/span>\u00a0<\/i><span><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Post the marathon I rested on my laurels.\u00a0A few days later, there was this incredible feeling of loss- I felt a void due&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[18,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-618","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-second-marathon-2012-2013","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5lWKK-9Y","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/therunningsoul.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/618","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/therunningsoul.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/therunningsoul.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/therunningsoul.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/therunningsoul.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=618"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/therunningsoul.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/618\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":831,"href":"https:\/\/therunningsoul.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/618\/revisions\/831"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/therunningsoul.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=618"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/therunningsoul.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=618"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/therunningsoul.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=618"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}