This morning I started off with my friend Gokul. We caught up on the Sydney Marathon that he ran the previous weekend and talked about recent US tariffs on India. An interesting start to the Sunday dawn.
Gokul handed me off to Shikha, coming from the opposite side. Shikha and I ran Niti Marg, Nyaya Marg, Shanti Path and then after a short water break went towards Safadarjung Road. A circuitous route down Tuglak Road, Teen Murthi brought us back on Shanti Path.
I was around the nineteen kilometre mark at this point and finished the next eleven kilometres on my own. This was the part that hit the brutal zone. I was sweating buckets. I was exhausted. I pressed on and finished but several times in the last five kilometres, I thought about calling it a day.
Once it was all done, I met my sister Roshini and we drove home together. I nearly emptied her bottle of electrolytes. We spoke about the upcoming race season and to take a bit of a breather from the relentless routine after Diwali.
At home, I demolished a pancake with maple syrup and an appam with coconut chutney.
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