The humidity was ninety percent and each repeat left me, the track group, winded and drenched in sweat. We gulped down water and poured it on our heads.
The boys removed their uppers as they call them, bodies and muscles glistening with effort.
We do our thing – Jeet, Ashwini, Monu, Suryansh and I. For the most part, we stick as a pack, except Jeet who is so much faster. Coach is calling out lap times and telling me to lift my legs. Another lap, he tells me to catch up to Ashwini.
At the end, I am spent. I pushed myself hard and the times showed it. An aggressive workout later rounded off the morning. Later, waves of fatigue wash over me. It was worth it.
Writing about Running 