We did 400s, 200s and 400s again. He can be super fast. He can be even faster. Some more control; some more experience.
It was already sunny when we reached. The track was teeming.
On the way back we stopped for a quick coffee.
A diary, mostly about running, by Aseem Vadehra
We did 400s, 200s and 400s again. He can be super fast. He can be even faster. Some more control; some more experience.
It was already sunny when we reached. The track was teeming.
On the way back we stopped for a quick coffee.
The oriental magpie robin was busy calling out excitedly in a tree we stood next to talking about our plans.
Only Leela Samson heard it, peering between the branches, trying to see who was causing the ruckus.
The mornings are still cool. Sunder Nursery was bathed in the spring light. The vast gardens seemed far away from anything at all. Perhaps monuments take you back in time.
The young boy wanted to go to the track to try out some distances. We went late. The sun was already high but the weather was relatively pleasant.
He did some blistering work on track one while I tinkered about on track nine.
He left and I continued on a bit with Gaju. By then, we had the track to ourselves.
Ran in the driveway at a very decent pace. Hit the gym after for a solid workout.
Rest today. Felt like running but took a break.
Even though the roads around were full of the usual runners, it felt quiet this morning. I ran steadily, feeling better after weeks. First week of April and it’s still a bit cool in the morning for Delhi standards. I saw a few runners with jackets tied around their waists.
I called Gaju in the morning and asked him if he was up for a track workout. He was.
I hit the track after ages and we did time based intervals in lane nine. It was just perfect.
The light slanted across the track in beautiful springtime yellow.
Ran an easy run at home and rounded up with a solid core workout.
Easy today.
We reached Nehru Park when it was already teeming with runners. It was still dawn though, the spring light seeping through trees and sky.
As I was pulling up, I said that we hadn’t seen Gokul in a while. When we stepped out to begin, there he was. Wonderful providence.
We ran together for most of the run talking, catching up, three of us in step with each other.
At the end, the young boy and I did the last two kilometres and rounded up a beautiful spring morning together.