When the body says

I’m tired. That’s what I was this morning. Tired, under slept.

It’s a rare time – if at all – that I’ve yawned after a run. The chemical dance is too much to feel yawny. Today, however, was that day perhaps upto three times while driving home.

But earlier, I watched the young boy hit the track after a long time, doing hurdles, sprints, doing his thing.

Meanwhile, I was with my friend Gokul. We were right at home in lane nine where we conversed, exchanged ideas and shared stories. Later, he said that he couldn’t have done the run without me – coming at the back of an injury. It was absolutely reciprocated.