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Like every day, he looked over at the early morning skies and wondered at Eternity. The dew-covered leaves, the chirping of the birds, and the growing buzz of human activity seemed to be in perfect harmony. The skies were painted again with that blue eternity, spotted with clouds, and the Sun was trying to crack open through them. The clouds were starting to get that golden lining, and soon they would turn Orange. The hills around the place added to the rustic outlook and made it all the more appealing.

He hopped into his canvas shoes and prepared for the run around the hills. His mission today was to go around the five hills and make it back by breakfast time.

Halfway across the globe, a rude alarm sounded off. This dude was having a dream of his lifetime, his well-toned body vanished into air as he woke up. What a killer body that was! The clock showed 5:00 AM. He gurgled some Listerine and jumped into his sneakers. 10K, and no less, his mind was rambling. He peeked out of his window and watched the City below, it was awake already.

The man now approached the foothills and started running along the perimeter of the first one. Your legs need time to warm up, so take your time, his Grandfather's words were ringing, clear as crystal, your run around the second and third hills will be your best. A couple of years ago, he went super fast and headed back exhausted after the first stop. He had learnt his lesson. He ran for a few minutes, then walked a little, and then he ran again. He repeated until he felt his legs were ready. Slowly, he started taking longer run-times, shorter walk-times. And just as he approached the second hill, his legs screamed GO! He knew he could accelerate. His legs wanted more and the second hill was calling. So, he did.

The City Park was just around the corner and the man in sneakers jumped into action as soon as he arrived. He had begun serious running only for the past few months, but he learnt the science behind his every move. His Polar RS300X collected his heart rate, speed, pace and calories burnt. His backpack was ready with fluids and a long straw extended from the inside and ended at his neck. With his iPod strapped to his arm, he started his run. In a few minutes, he was in his own world.

He knew every rock along the path. Every Summer, he would walk with his Grandfather all along the hills. The Old man was the most regular walker he had seen in his life. One summer, the man visited his grandson and they went for a walk, this time at the grandson's place. The boy did not know where they were going, he could care less; he obediently followed his grandfather. They kept walking. After a couple of hours or so, they were in Pillalamarri! Gosh! a whole 5 km from home. The boy was tired. The Grandfather gave him some resting time. After a few minutes they tried again and the boy started complaining. Why did we come so far away from home? He wanted another break. The man coaxed the boy, and it worked for a while. After a couple of kilometers the boy didn't take it anymore. He sat down by the side of the road and did not budge. The man knew it was time for a break, a long one. They sat there and he told stories of times past. After half an hour, they walked into the town and had breakfast at the Hotel Avanti. The boy had not brushed his teeth, but he did not let his secret out. Darn it, he was hungry. Twelve years past that time, the boy was sprinting nonchalantly to finish his lap around the third hill.

With every minute, the City Park was buzzing with more people and their cute dogs. This dude does not seem to notice. His iPod was running and his heart-rate was just fine. And that was all that mattered. Nine months ago, his friend advised him to follow Jeff Galloway, a runner and a trainer. The next day, he ordered Jeff's book - the Galloway's book on running. He read it. It made a huge impact. He read his blogs and his trainees' testimonials. It was compelling. He religiously followed the mantra - RUN-WALK-RUN. The advice was golden, walk as often as you want to, just keep going. Slowly and steadily, his muscles got used to it. He increased his mileage every week. His 5K was a memorable one. He advanced to 7K, 8K and 9K. For the past two months, he hit 9K every week. It was time for that elusive 10K today. It was over an hour since he started and he had just crossed the 6K mark.

The third hill ended at a well. And he stopped for his first break. By now, the Sun turned Yellow and he was sweating like crazy. He drew a bucket of water as the rusty pulley creaked in the open air. As he gulped down he knew that was the sweetest thing he ever tasted. He settled down on a rock by the well and looked at heavens, admiring every bit of nature. This part was still untouched by man. He could not help but recall Davies', What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to Stand and Stare. He smiled to himself, he felt grateful and spent some more time on the rock. He helped himself with more water and then prepared for his final sprint. He drew another bucket full and gulped down as much as he could. He felt rejuvenated. After a couple of minutes, he was running again. He started slowly again, his legs needed to warm up, so he took his time.

The man in the City Park just crossed the eighth mile. His Polar RS300X said everything was alright. He was just more cautious today. Two months ago, he landed wrong-footed and he had to stop running at mile 7. He did not run for the next two weeks. Today, that was not going to repeat. His legs felt the weight, but he knew he can drag his feet for two more miles. So, he slowed down a bit, but kept going, nevertheless. He kept himself hydrated. He crossed the Ninth, and his legs are just fine. Jeff's mantra seemed to be working. He started accelerating, 12 more minutes, and task accomplished! He crossed the half mile mark. His heart was pounding. He could see all that hard work finally coming to fruition. After so many failed attempts, giving up and throwing in the towel, he knows he is now only 6 minutes away. His RS300X already ringed in a new milestone. He now saw the mile marker from the distance. He stopped the music. For a second, he felt like Usain Bolt. He danced down the track as he felt like an Olympian, he stretched his arms as if there was a live telecast. He had done it! It was the moment of Truth.

The man in the hills was not far away. His break was refreshing and he was back in business. He could see the temple at the end of the fifth hill. That was his next stop. His long trek was coming to an end. He was sweating profusely and he was proud of it. He did what his grandfather would be proud of. As he reached the end, he dropped down on another familiar rock. It was the greatest feeling he ever had. Nothing could have bought him that feeling. He walked back home satisfied. All his prior futile attempts were such stepping stones for his success. He had earned it today.

So different, yet so alike.