We've been 'banned' from training in Alderley. Well, really banned from meeting at the Festival Hall. It seems a gathering of 80 odd people is enough to put the oldies off their bowling swing. So now we're always meeting at the Club on a Tuesday. Dark nights and difficulty in managing this many giddy and excitable people safely on the streets means inevitably we do our speed reps on the 650m circuit and rugby training fields.
Yet Tony manages to make each session somehow different to the last. Stimulating, almost. But reps, repetitions, they are what they are. A headfuck! Seriously, how many ways can there be to countdown from 10, or whatever the pain is this particular night. I can be a bit vocal in our group, trying to think of something encouraging to say, if only to convince myself! "well done, the one after the next one will be the one before the halfway one". I did ok last night. Back on form.
