The track felt startlingly quiet today. Coach Nikhil and the track gang was entirely missing. The air sultry, the sky changing colours, and an empty lane nine.
I ran throughout without looking at the watch. Me and my thoughts, although writing now, I can only but imagine what I was thinking about. Making illusions about memories or perhaps it’s the other way around.
When I finished, I was surprised – I had run slightly faster than I imagined. By now the large glassy moon that had hung in the sky earlier had disappeared and the morning sky was pale and free of clouds.
Writing about Running 