And so I thought today while struggling with 800s. The weather was terrible, the legs felt wobbly and I was flailing. I always say the heat and summer doesn’t bother me but today I ate my words.
The breeze that blew was the famous loo, and if not then I don’t know what else could lie ahead this summer.
Jeet gave me company and pulled me through the repetitions. Poor fellow, I thought, running way slower than he should be. But he gave me company – silent, serous, expressionless Jeet. He’s a robot, I thought later.
I panted and heaved through it but I did it and closed it stronger than I believed.
Jeet. In a sense.
Writing about Running 