After a late evening and one too many old fashioned, I woke up debating whether to go to track. I halfheartedly tried to wake up the young boy.
Then I said, It’s okay, let’s sleep in today. But I will get a red, was his reply.
And that was that. The best decision of the week.
I reached track with the young boy with us listening and alternating between all manner of music – from soppy love songs to electronic. After the warm up there was no debating it, I had to do the intervals.
The young boy joined in for nearly every 200 for my 400 efforts. By the time I was mid way, I felt much better and was in training zone. All in all, it was an incredible workout.
As I wrote, best decision.
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