Haan, it's all about the 4 AM wake-up siren and two strict training sessions, but the real day is in between—waiting for the coach's nod, worrying if your only good track kit will last the season. My own life? Eating the same boiled eggs and dal every afternoon, counting hours till I can call home from the single hostel phone. Everyone thinks it's all glory, but my truth is in the silent, sore evenings staring at the ceiling, dreaming of the village akhada where I first learned to run.
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