To the intervals today. With the track gang in full form. Half a dozen of us racing 500m repeats with easy running between each effort.
Finally. Sheer bliss. I felt strong, didn’t overly exert and kept it smooth and in control.
But, the privilege is all mine. To run with these boys and girls who’s grace I could never match, who train at that tender age at this time of brahmamuhurtha.
I have only the highest admiration for this young crowd. And it has the deepest effect on me to return, to run, to know they will be there.
Writing about Running 