This evening, Nehru Park was on the quiet side. There was a runner or two, couple of small groups and a dozen single walkers on the soft turf walkway.
It was a short time on feet run again – the week leading up to a half marathon on Sunday.
I woke up late today; simply slept for ages. Perhaps I needed the sleep but when I woke up, rushing through the morning routine, felt out of sorts.
A week leading up to a race feels uneventful and uneasy, as if biding its own in a corner, crouching, meant to be a rest week, but instead in parts restive and nervous.
Writing about Running 