“You have to do 7 laps more and then you are half way.” Last night before she went home these were some of the last welcome words Surasa heard before leaving the course for the night. This morning as she set out on her long day of running the numbers beside her name show just 1547. Not a number that would immediately be taken notice of by the morning counters. That it teetered on the very brink of half way simply went unnoticed. At least at first.
Surasa in her always quiet gentle manner said nothing as she ran those 7 laps and then simply continued on with out saying a word to anyone. Gradually the numbers on her lap sheet were increasing but the significance of what was happening had not quite been processed by the counters. When the numbers were finally crunched and it was clear that she had in fact gone past the half way point I run out onto the course and catch up with her.
She says she was looking forward to going beyond 1550 miles. As for the long hard challenge still ahead of her. “Somehow it goes faster, you are going home. It gets less and less.” As for comparing her results to other years she says simply, ” I am not looking at this. I am just doing what I can. That’s it.”
As we approach the camp the happy jingle of dozens of tiny bells gathers into a bright celebratory welcome for this spectacular lady. The sound of a conch booms out in the background. She giggles with delight, steps momentarily to the board and points at those very satisfying numbers 1550. Then she leaves still chasing after an even bigger number. One that is twice the size, but maybe, just maybe, one that will come a little easier.
Listen to the celebration
When I live inside my heart-home,
I clearly see that my faith
Can run infinitely faster
Than my doubt
To carry me to my destination.
Sri Chinmoy, Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, Part 249, Agni Press, 1998
