This morning when we reached track, we parted ways.
The young boy did acceleration drills with other kids. I loved watching his training, leaping across cones and hurdles; the start point at the first bend of the track and well past the 300m mark.
Gaju and I who met after the Sunday marathon grinned at each other and began an easy run in lane nine.
Watching the training, doing our own thing, it was a lovely morning. The weather is firmly turning to spring, the light of the dawn sky changing its quality and its wake up time.
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