… the luckier I get. My father, Arun Vadehra has said this to me many times ever since I was a child.
I don’t usually say these kind of sayings. Not to myself anyway. When I went to sleep last night, I knew that today’s hard interval session and tempo run combination would not happen. I was tired and overwrought – a combination that isn’t helpful at all.
When I woke up, had coffee, reached the track, I saw the familiar hooded Ashwini from a distance. At least him, I thought.
I always like asking him how many rounds for warm up and like hearing the same answer: three rounds compulsory aur phir stretching.
When we started the first repetition, I wasn’t sure how it would go but it was bang on pace.
And so it went. Eventually faster than expected and a very hard and wonderful tempo run to round it off.
Some manner of work from the past paid off and came through this morning. Five degrees and misty – but Ashwini, Coach Ravi and Nikhil, the track and our shared history – that’s how it gets lucky.
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