Because I had a late night yesterday – but thankfully no drinks – I slept very little before waking up to mile intervals on the cards.
This is Nehru Park environs. I know these roads all too well. I knew in advance where each interval would end. Yet during each interval, I looked at the watch more than a few times. Yes, I wanted to check if the pace was on point. It was. But the need to check the balance distance through the run was too much.
Perhaps it’s different from the track in that you know exactly what loop you’re on and other than pace, there isn’t anything else to check. (Unless you’re a pro or bananas enough to be checking stride length, cadence, GCT and whatever else.)
I had all but forgotten the joys of intervals and running in these ever familiar and beautiful roads in weekdays. I think I would like to shift much of my training here for now other than specific efforts that involve track training.
I am certain that in the dead of the winter, I will once again rely on the track as I am not much for running complete distances in total darkness.
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