I woke up to a perfect morning. My sister and I decided to do a short one in the driveway. Today, a combination of altitude and over excitement of the past two days seemed to have caught up with me.
Yet, it was necessary to move. It was cool, quiet and the rest of the folks were asleep. While it was not a Nehru Park Sunday, a Mussoorie Sunday was a dreamy way to end the week.
Later in the day, I visited Doon School to meet my nephew briefly and l was taken in by the beautiful, quiet campus, thinking what wonderful running it would be here.
Tomorrow, I will rest and April should see a semblance of real training.
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