The weather was fine. It threatened to rain but instead it became warm. The pitch was perfect. No slippery places. No crowds either.
Even though I had stopped fighting the time in January in order to concentrate on building mileage, I decided to start fast once again under the inspiration of my bro Mark, who ran a 16K in 1:22 against a 1:24 I ran three weeks back which I thought was impressive.
So off I went. This is how shit went down:
Today I should go and do some strides.