Same road. Same route. Eight youngsters plus me that started together and broke into smaller groups through the run.
It was an oven out there this morning. You didn’t want to be directly behind anyone. The odour of sweat was too strong. I bet no one wanted to be behind me too.
We gradually increased speed, chatted nearly nonstop, the conversation, light banter alleviating the heat. The group had broken. Some had already taken an earlier U-turn back to the stadium. Now just me, Gaju and Ashwini.
Coach Ravi and his wide smile from the scooter. Monu joined us on the way back with Kapil.
Now we were five. First we were nine. Then three. Now five. With less than a kilometre to go, just Gaju and me. Then ABC drills in the parking lot. Just him and me.
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