How can it feel so awful? And yet I have to do it, don’t I? It was a seemingly straightforward interval session on the road, Gaju giving me company, Coach Ravi on the scooter yelling splits.
The shimmering heat was frying us, baking us. Even the Coach looked sorrowful on our behalf. I’ve been writing so much about the heat these days, it seems like I’m trying to capture the essence and the way it feels and burns you up in training. Especially hard runs like today.
Relief when it was all done.
Writing about Running 