At the end, it was still dark, the crescent moon, sharp as a sickle, sliced the night in the easterly direction. Just to the right of the Medicity building. Dotted with lights, I wished them hope. It’s impossible to run in the shadow of a looming hospital and not conjure up several feelings.
It was back at the track after weeks. I had no idea how the interval session would go. I had an urgency to run, to get back.
While warming up, I learnt it was Coach Ravi’s birthday. Two coaches. Same birthday week. Probably near about the same age too.
I ran a couple of 400s on my own. But soon I was joined by Ashwini, Monu, Suryansh and a few others. I implored them not to run with me. Not while I was this slow and just coming back.
But they ran each loop with me. Or rather, me with them, as the group broke into different pace groups. It kept me fresh, relevant and of course – because of them – speedier than what I expected.
I couldn’t be more grateful.
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