More than 51, 000 people took part in the Standard Chartered Race yesterday and I was one of them.

My love for running is pure, unadultered and simple. It is such an intimate love affair that I can now no longer imagine a life without it. Running and doing sports are very sacred institutions for me. I believe that with sports, when you put your heart and soul to it, you can only do better..not worse.

I ran with my colleagues yesterday after training most of them for since end of last year with my bare knuckles.. Maybe it's me but I always feel that there are rooms for improvement. I am a little unhappy with the lack of commitment showed by some of them although I must say most of them try really hard. All my life, I try my best to separate the black from the white and that is why when I commit to something, I give it my best shot. I hate people who don't try, never trying to break a sweat whilst doing something. I never want to look back in any particular time of my life and think, I could have done better or try harder.

After two years of running in the Standard Chartered race I have made the decision to never run in this particular competition anymore. There are way too many people in the race and every year, the organisers try and inflate the numbers by 10%. There is no emphasis on trying to make the routes more condusive to running and the quality of air of having to run in the city is a sheer catalyst for asthma. I don't mind the training but I tend to put way too much pressure on myself whenever I run in a competition. I don't sleep the night before because I worry about not being able to wake up the next day... I am one fucked up chick.