Perhaps the sun has started rising just a minute or two earlier. Shyly, slyly.
The bluish tinge of the sky in the eastern horizon, just about reveals the earth inching away from winter. At least in our part of the world.
The run in the morning saw Jeet, Gaju and I on the road, running quietly, the occasional sound of traffic, and the nonstop singing of Coach Ravi in the most besura voice.
I wanted to beg him to stop, but then again, the man was cycling along us for over an hour.
In the evening, because I wanted to just get on with it, I put on my running shoes and ran in my work clothes. It’s possibly the first time I have done this. Surprisingly, it was easy. Nothing officious about it.
Writing about Running 