The light in the morning already looks different. You can see the occasional jacket out this early in the morning. The track had a wet windswept look about it.
Gaju and I ran in an empty-ish track, most of the usual runners were missing because of the overnight rainy weather.
We ran quietly picking up pace in each round before settling into a steady rhythm. Shabaash shabaash, called out Coach Ravi, every loop. A couple of new runners weaved in and out.
Back home, I did a pretty solid circuit workout and earned my morning breakfast.
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