This must be one of the rare times that I wrote the post headline the previous night. I had eaten so much halwa at night – it made me laugh – and wonder what it would or wouldn’t do for my energy.
I checked out the intervals before I slept and they were brutal, long and relentless.
Typically, these would have happened on the track but because there was a government helicopter squatting like a dragonfly in the middle of the field and the track was closed. As I have written before, I don’t understand why they need to close the track. Put a couple of guards around the machine and let the kids and the hundred others be with their routine. Be at the track we all call home.
At any rate, this turned out to be a happy outcome because we – some of the kids and I – ended up doing the long intervals on the road. Certainly, this made the intervals psychologically easier. Perhaps.
It was still heart in the mouth running and nearly all completed in the dark. At the last interval, Monu and Jeet egged me on, with Monu at my heels, nearly yelling at me to move faster. I couldn’t have done it without them.
The halwa worked and it was brilliant intervals – or so it seemed to me – after a long time.
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