Lean on Running

When I woke up an hour before my usual time, I felt a sense of unease, of restlessness. I tried to sleep and I am not sure I managed.

My program said intervals and I thought to replace them with a straightforward run. An easy one hour. But at the track, I decided to go for it. What could be the worst outcome, I thought.

Most of the boys were there and I was ever so grateful for the company. I always am. But perhaps especially today. The third quarter moon was directly overhead. The track was bustling. Life went on. One group was doing stair drills. Walkers were walking, runners were running, speed sessions, all types of workouts – the track was a kaleidoscope of activity.

My Chacha was on my mind as I did the one kilometre repetitions today. The boys weaved in and out. I thought about him. My childhood. Our family. The reps continued. It seemed never ending.

When it was done, I was elated. The reps were within the prescribed time and to do intervals this soon after a race Sunday was special. Running never lets me down.