

151.7 km in 24 Hours | Representing India at world level
A Race That Taught Me How to Accept, Not Quit
Going into the 24-Hour World Championship, my target was clear: 200+ km
It wasn’t an individual dream anymore—it was a responsibility, one I carried with pride after dreaming of this moment for 3 long years.
But destiny had a different plan.
I finished with 151.7 km in 24 hours—not the number I worked for, but a distance earned through survival, acceptance, and mental strength.
The Split That Tells the Story
The second half wasn’t about running. It was about continuing.
Due to:
I ended up fast walking for almost 10.5 hours.
Yet, I stayed on the course.
My preparation was not casual.
It was intentional, disciplined, and sincere.
Training Period: ~6 months
I trained genuinely from Day 1, because this race wasn’t just an event—it was a dream three years in the making.
I gave everything I had to this build.
The Taper Mistake
Where I failed was not in training—but in self-care.
During taper week:
All of this reduced my immunity.
I started feeling sick even before traveling, tried my best to recover once I reached France—but the weather was not suitable for my condition, and my body never truly bounced back .
Everything on paper was well organized, designed so clearly that even a non-runner crew could support me smoothly.
Planned Hydration & Nutrition
Solid food (alternate hours):
Liquids:
From the very first hour, things went wrong.
At the last moment, volunteers did not allow us to pack hydration from the common refreshment area before the race. This completely disrupted my hydration plan from Hour 1.
This was my first demotivation.
I wanted to avoid bananas due to my cough—but I had no other choice at that moment
Despite this chaos:
It was far from smooth—but I kept going.
The Second Half: Acceptance Over Ego
After 12 hours:
That’s when I realized: 👉 Today is not my day. 👉 But this is not the end.
Instead of giving up, I switched to fast walking.
But even that was brutal:
Still—I stayed.
The hardest moment wasn’t physical.
It was the moment I accepted reality.
With a strong mindset and future goals in mind, I told myself:
This race is teaching me something important.
I will respect it—and come back stronger.
That decision mattered more than any kilometer.
I finished 151.7 km—not with celebration, but with clarity.
This race didn’t break me. It reminded me that:
Gratitude
Deeply grateful to:
And to my country— Thank you for trusting me to wear the national colors.
Lessons from Albi
Albi was not my best race.
But it strengthened my resolve to return stronger, wiser, and healthier.
The journey continues.
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