Holi Run

I woke up this morning, without an alarm, without racing down routine, because of Holi festival.

After coffee, I woke up the young boy and stepped out into a cool and still early morning. We had two options – either to make up for the lost intervals on Saturday or do an easy one hour.

We warmed up and the young boy opted for the intervals. He would do fifty percent of each set that I had.

Up and down we went – it was fast – faster than the prescribed pace and not so easy to do in the driveway. Fartleks in this manner was possible albeit of course challenging.

I’m glad we started our festival this way. Tired, sweaty and nearly spent of energy.

For the young girl in the house, it was her first Holi. Memories of my childhood flooding back.