Today I heard that Gaju wasn’t in town. It had been raining incessantly and Coach Ravi told me on the phone that the track might be flooded. I took a u-turn and went to Nehru Park. It continued to rain on and off. But the rain abated around the time I began the 800s.
I did most of them in Shanti Path, up and down, seeing some of the regulars, waving hellos.
It’s amazing what bad shape I am in. But it’s possible to thoroughly enjoy the intervals and put in the goods while knowing you’re nowhere close to where you need to be. That felt great.
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