Today, my friend Karishma, a moviemaker and writer came to the track. Perhaps a story will churn from this ochre land.
It rained lightly throughout the time I was there. One of the boys joined me for the repeats. He was struggling to stay at my pace – normally he would be at least ten seconds faster.
There is a movie here at every yard, in all the faces, in all their histories. The stories meld here together at dawn.
Writing about Running 