The track gives back more than I give it. I just show up. The track offers company in droves across generations, a coach who is always smiling, kids who are willing to pull you during intervals.
The track is different each day. The weather. The way the sun changes the colour of the sky. The track is at once familiar, familial, and new in wonderful ways.
I had incredibly hard intervals but here was smiling Suryansh. Through the intervals some kid or the other joined me as Coach Ravi shouted out the splits. They weaved in and out and I was deeply grateful for their company.
On the way back it was time for some Dream Theater on the stereo.
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