On the Road

Full moon is rising
The sky is black
I heed your call I’m coming back
The road is straight cast
Wind’s in my eyes
The engine roars between my thighs

I think I may have pasted these lyrics before. How they necessarily connect to running, I am not entirely sure.

Monu, Ashwini, Gaju, one more person with a rack of curly hair and I – on the road, around a loop that got us to twelve kilometres back at the start at the stadium. Coach Ravi with his fractured arm rode pillion behind his nephew.

What a strange sight we must have made. Four athletic runners, one middle aged runner, one fractured coach behind a bored looking man.

I was parched at the end of the hour but wonderfully satisfied.