Just planned a very easy 10km today around my set route from work, to ease the legs after a tough week and recover for tomorrow's long run. By bizarre coincidence I ran into Barts at 2km so ran the rest with him. Poor fella looked like he'd been pulled back from the brink of death's door. He'd start a hacking cough whenever we dropped beneath 4:45 pace. "It's been tough Tom. I told Sam we had to treat this like it's a war. But I think we're through the worst". You get the picture.
Felt much better at the end than I did at the start.
114km for the week. My biggest in 6 months, including a couple of real quality sessions.
...and some of the nasty comments that both you and Tucks have directed his way over the past two weeks?
ReplyDeleteHope you feel good bad about it now