It would have been good to write that I had a blast of a run and I set the road on fire. But this wasn’t the case. It was simply good to be out in familiar territory – the roads around Nehru Park – and isn’t that in itself enough?
The young boy and I started at our usual time at the usual spot and he finished a strong ten kilometres. Usually, when I carry on, I step on the gas and change the pace, accelerating almost through to the end of the run.
Today, I could run only at a comfortable and slow pace. In itself this was fine; my body wasn’t quite ready to go for it.
Perhaps I need to sign up for a summer race. A short distance would be ideal. Training for it even more so.
Writing about Running 