1600s. Breakdown then to 800s, 400s and back again.
Ashwini, Jeet, Suryansh, Kapil and I ran these and for most of the intervals we broke up into two groups – Kapil and Jeet taking the lead and Ashwini, Suryansh and I in the second group.
In a couple of sets, sprinkled here and there, I did my best to keep to the first group and then we all ran faster although it took the wind out of me. Literally.
Towards the end and especially the last set, the boys were encouraging me, instructing me to keep up the pace.
Jeetu ko cover karo, said Ashwini again and again in the last two hundred of the mile set. I tried to surge using my glutes and core as much as I could, propelling forward, taking in lungfuls of air, belly breathing, counting down the last metres.
All done and on the way home, I realised that it was one of the rare runs, that I had work consistently on my mind. Except for the last few sets where the track gang encouraged me to push hard. Therein, my mind was only on the run itself, tearing down the home straights best I could.
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