It was dawn when I reached Nehru Park. A smattering of cars were already there, runners making their way around one of the loops.
For me, it was a hard intervals day. Other than the fact that it was the first day of the New Year, there wasn’t anything extraordinary about the morning . Except that today, I was keen for a good start. There is something to be said about any start and New Year’s Day counts for sure.
The intervals went really well; it’s was more than I could have asked from today.
Later at home, while the young boy and the young girl played with each other, I worked out with kettlebells and a medicine ball, occasionally catching their eye and attention.
A perfect beginning to the year.
Writing about Running 