It was a steady run that started with my sister Roshini. On the way to the park, we were mostly quiet, soft classical music emanating from the car stereo.
There was scarcely a runner when we began. Easy pace, punctuated with conversations and a few laments about the challenges of everyday work life as we traded stories, looping around from Niti Marg to Shanti Path.
After a bit, I ran on my own, continuing the easy pace, building ever so slightly with each kilometre and ending with stride work.
It had been an easy morning and with no workout later, I had a slice of time to myself in the early morning hours.
But the day ahead seemed to have plans of its own, an ever increasing crescendo of calls, meetings and such, in a cadence of its own and unpredictability in whatever came next.
More like a mountain trail run of a day that didn’t quite match the morning start.
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