Today, the day after Holi, the air continues to be slightly nippy. As I write sentences like these, I am always reminded of the Scots I met a triathlon camp years ago in 2016. For them, this would be positively balmy weather. They spoke to swimming in icy lochs in the winter. This would be a joke. But I kept my trusty north face on.
The young boy and I did five rounds in lane nine as warm up and I had an intention to carry on with time on feet. But on a whim, I decided to join him in his short spring training – 120s, 80s and 50s. He beat me squarely in all but he can be faster. Training is everything.
Writing about Running 