A third day in a row saw me enter the theatre of dreams that is... Whitchurch track - so maybe more of a nightmare then.
It was the regulars plus one with Bruce, Sean, Rick, me, Helen and of course, Bruce's dad. We ran ten 300's with a jogged 100m recovery that barely gave me enough. It was hard but good. I averaged around 55s - which was about the recovery as well.
So in summary, a tough but reasonably pleasing session.
Thought for the day: Why do weeds grow where flowers fear to tread?