Not a Forfeit

Because of the Diwali weekend excess and lack of sleep, I wasn’t sure at all about the morning intervals.

Despite coffee and while driving to the track, I prepared to forfeit the interval training in exchange for perhaps a simpler time on feet.

But the track gang was there and I felt a bit of confidence. Would they be able to pull me through what was – for me – an exceptionally hard varied distance effort with diminishing rest – done twice over.

They did.

We all smashed the intervals together with near ferocity. Monu ahead. Ashwini, literally, shoulder to shoulder with me – except inelegant, flailing me – and beautiful form him.

It was one of those mornings that makes you remember what this sport is about. The camaraderie, the sheer pull of movement and exhaustion, the feeling of using your body, nichod de sab, kheench le aaj.