It’s not as if I hadn’t given them due notice: as we plodded up the stairs last night I said “tomorrow we do the one hour three hill run”. They didn’t say anything. Dumb insolence it’s called
This morning they protested. “We’re really, really tired. Yesterday you walked us 2 hours in the hills”.
They’re always ruddy tired but they had a point.
“What about the 30 minute consolidation run?”
They had a talk between themselves, shrugged and agreed.
“But I expect a stellar performance”.
“We’ll try our best “
“There’s is no try” I said “ only do or not do. And I’m using the metronome”
They quaked.
But the boys done good. 29 minutes 35 seconds. Best this year.
And they’re getting a rest until Wednesday when it’ll definitely be the one hour 3 hill run.
Tricky things, legs.