This morning I started off immediately at tempo. I settled a few kilometres in and ran consistently for fifteen kilometres, listening to music, enjoying the perfect Sunday spring morning at Nehru Park. So many familiar faces, bonhomie and fun in the air.
The young boy arrived just as I was done. We were off. Talking about aircrafts and airlines, routes and travel, the kilometres and forty five minutes time on feet ticked by easily at a good pace.
Chorizo scrambled eggs and iced frappe at Fig rounded our morning perfectly before heading home.
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