Eating humble pie

The other day, my training plan called for 800m reps at paces that were categorically unachievable.

I annotated it with a scathing note telling my coach, James,  in no uncertain terms that he was a fool and that those paces were not going to happen in a million years.

Then I ran the session, nailing all but the final ‘faster than ludicrously fast’ rep.

I shuffled my feet, ate a large helping of humble pie and annotated my annotation.

Memo to self: James is usually right.

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A Bradypus or Sloth am I, I live a life of ease, contented not to do or die but idle as I please; ... [Michael Flanders and Donald Swann]
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