Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Tiring out at the track

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?