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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