This evening, at an event at Sunder Nursery, the morning run with the young boy crossed my mind many times.
Something about the way we started, his mood alternating between an effortless, easy mindset and feeling tired. Something about the way he wanted to push on – without me cajoling or convincing him. We talked about aircraft and airlines. About football and about running.
Later a friend, Kapil, sent a photo, unbeknownst to us. A pink sky, our silhouettes running down Shanti Path.
A sweet morning of Spring.
Writing about Running 