15 x 1k. On the track, just thinking about it made my head spin.
When the young boy and I reached, Coach Ravi and Gaju were there. We warmed up together, and after that it was the stairs workout for the young boy and these relentless intervals for me and Gaju.
Bahut tough hai, Gaju said more than once. But we plucked them off. One by one. The young boy had long finished his stairs and 80m sprints. Coach Ravi had left for school duty. The track had recycled to a fresh set of folks but Gaju and I continued to spin around.
The work itself is just fifteen kilometres. But on track, interval after interval, it was a mental game.
The young boy joined us for 200m for our last six. When there were only two sets left, he said to me, think of the driveway, it’s just three rounds, you can do it.
I couldn’t have done it without Gaju or him. A rigorous morning well spent.
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