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.
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...and some of the nasty comments that both you and Tucks have directed his way over the past two weeks?
Hope you feel good bad about it now
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