It was pyramid intervals day. 1600, 3200, 6400, 3200, 1600. I knew I was tired from the weekend but recent intervals – at least for the February New Delhi Marathon training – have tended to go in my favour. Usually, I have been pleasantly surprised.
The first two went off at target. But I knew at the second one that I won’t last at the prescribed paces. From then on, I kept it a run by near-max effort. It was slower but it felt brutally hard.
It could be a mix of the weather (hot) and the past weekend. At any rate, I didn’t feel bad. I put in my best and the run was a great effort.
At the end, Gaju who was with me, considered dropping out of the last mile – he told me later – but we did it together anyway – at many many seconds slower than the first mile.
All in all, quite a morning.
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