Singh’s death is heartbreaking, not only because we have lost a symbol of resilience, but because it was avidable. He was killed by a person driving recklessly while he was simply crossing a road near his home. His death shines a light on a harsh truth: in India, countless pedestrians, especially the Elderly, Face Daily Dangers from unsafe roads, lack of crossWalks, and Or Couldn’tn ‘ Driving DRIVING AND HIT-AD-RUNS. Fauja Defied Limits All His Life, Only to Be Failed By a Society That Could Protect Him. His passing must not be in vain – It must become a call to Saffer Roads, Stricter Laws and Respect for every person’s life.

Although my own running journey begins over two decades ago, Fauja singh reminded me that sport is about about speed or medals – it’s about spirit. He started running marathons at 89. He chose to believe in his. “Running showed me kindness and brought me back to life,” he later shared. What I admired most about fauja was not his stamina or strength, but his spirit. He began running to cover with grief, after losing his wife and son. Most of us would break under that weight. He chose to move, one step at a time, until that movement has been something the world noted. His journey culminated in the 2011 toronto marathon, where he became the first centerian to finish a full marathon.

His life was more than a testament to physical endurance. It spoke of resilience. It is reminded me, and everyone who watched his turban bob along the route, that is never too laate to start exploring anything that you love and to write your own secret act. His unwavering discipline – Eschewing Alcohol, Tobacco, and Indulgent Foods – earned him not just livevity, but vitality.

In the world of fitness, we tend to idolise young Achievers bursting with speed and promise, but fauja taught us to revere the ancient spark in the soul of an elder who, in defying their mortality, inspirey. He even carried the Olympic Torch for London 2012.

That is what running is. Not escape, not exertion – but expression. A meditation. And Fauja showed us how it could health. Running teaches you everything you need to know – about patience, resilience, joy, and pain. With every every mile he ran, fauja reminded us that age is not a limitation; The mind is.

What’s heartbreaking is how, in India, running becomes an act of bravery. Every runner who ties their shoes and steps out the door – especially women, elders, and those without access to private clubs – is quietly pushing back Against Fear, Neglect, and India.

India has the spirit for running. But to truly become a country that welcomes runs, it needs more than marathons. It needs saffer streets, respectful public spaces and a cultural shift that sees runners not as obstacles on the road – but as inspiring people who deserve to move freely and safly.

There’s something truisle sacred about long-deistance running. What makes it special is not just the distance – it’s the journal inward. With Every Kilometre, You Not Just Moving Forward – You Also Peeling Back Layers of Fear, Doubt, and Fatigue. It’s not about outunning others; It’s about discovering the strength you did you down you had.

Would I recommend long distance running? Absolutely. Not just as a sport, but as a way to know yourself, as a way to happiness and contentment.

Fauja singh is a humbling reminder that we run not to escape life, but to embrace it. He raced the clock itself and, for a while, beat it. He got an icon for generations auction the world. I hope we remember him not just for his races, but for the grace with which he lived. For the simplicity of his meals, the discipline of his days, the gratitude in his words. He has passed on to us a legacy not measured in kilometres, but in course. We must carry forward that torch, by running our own races – Towards Self Belief, Discipline, Purpose.

The Writer is a long-distance runner, actor and model