Let’s Fartlek

It’s the strangest word. The kids at the track don’t call it that. They say slow-fast.

Whatever it is called, that’s what Gaju and I did, fifteen times over. He was pleased with his second place victory at the Tuffman race. We talked about race strategy. About being stuck towards the back at the start point. The weather. The humidity. All things that are post race conversation points.

Fifteen times over a minute fast and a minute slow doesn’t seem like a big deal. But it was for both of us. It felt endless and long. We were both winded at the end of it, happy to see the back of the short but intense session.