Raat mein gaye aur raat mein hi aaye, said Coach Ravi as we approached the stadium after a fourteen kilometre loop. True, I thought looking at the dark sky around us.
Nearly the whole track gang had joined in for a road run but eventually splintered into smaller groups taking different routes. Jeet, Suryansh, Khushbu and I stayed together. Coach Ravi on the trusty bicycle by our side. It was a familiar route until Bakthtavar Chowk and then down towards Taj Gurgaon. After that, into unfamiliar territory, turning left towards the national highway and then banking left on the highway itself.
Taking an exit, a narrow road through residential area that seemed even darker, colder and quieter than the main road, we ran back towards our original route. Finally, joining the Taj road, we ran back to the stadium.
Khushbu chatted quite a bit, if only to herself. Suryansh, laughed occasionally, ribbing at her, and Jeet didn’t say a word. Coach Ravi was busy driving away dogs or checking in on the distance with me.
In the evening, it was on the treadmill to complete the double run effort. As much as a trusty treadmill is a great friend, this evening run was boring and I counted it down to complete it.
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