It seems a while since I did a long run here.
So when I parked at my usual spot with the young boy, I breathed a sigh of relief and familiarity.
It was still dark and we started at an easy pace. We chatted and ran a couple of rounds with my friend Gokul. The young boy increased to a blistering pace to do his last kilometre – he got claps and hoots of encouragement.
After I saw him off, I carried on for long run Sunday. I decided to keep up an interval formula every round using the slight slope down Shanti Path to my advantage.
By the time I was done, Nehru Park was heaving with runners, a carnival like atmosphere, an aura of festive energy, training and camaraderie.
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