Miles. Then broken into 800s. Then into 400s. Endless ribbons of intervals. The track shimmering with heat. You could feel the heat everywhere, permeating skin, clothing, the soles of running shoes.
That’s how the morning began.
Jeet, Ashwini, Suryansh and a few others were limbering up.
Off we went. The intervals were too numerous and head games had to be played to keep up, to check them off, to stay on pace, to toe the line again and again.
Eventually it was done. Did I hit the paces? Mostly. I could forgive myself for the slight deviations and pin it down to the weather. Was I happy? Relieved would do. Job done.
Writing about Running 