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So I set off on a quick tempo run and after getting heckled by some ultra-intelligent townie, this kid pulls alongside me on his bike, laughs, and speeds off. Only he doesn't quite disappear from my sight and we both start climbing a moderate but long hill. About half a mile later, he pulls over onto a patch of grass and gasps "how do you do it?" - leaving me feeling nice and smug :d (not that I'm immature or competitive).
Smugness didn't last long incidentally. After a couple of miles my pace dropped, my chest tightened and my legs turned to lead. With about 400 yards to go I thought 'screw this', sprinted home then propped myself against my garden gate, simulating what I can only describe as what I imagine an asthma attack to feel like. Not the most successful tempo run in the end then!
Still, taught the cocky kid a lesson.
Smugness didn't last long incidentally. After a couple of miles my pace dropped, my chest tightened and my legs turned to lead. With about 400 yards to go I thought 'screw this', sprinted home then propped myself against my garden gate, simulating what I can only describe as what I imagine an asthma attack to feel like. Not the most successful tempo run in the end then!
Still, taught the cocky kid a lesson.