My today's weekly tempo run pushed me further than before, clocked in 5k in 25.57, made me feel as if I'm in a Farah moment lol. I knew I started faster and also knew that come the 3km line there would be price to pay and so there was. As my cylinders were emptying one by one, at one stage l wasn't sure if l should get sick or faint, or both, why not Anyhow, l finished, dazed and battered, but finished nevertheless Thank God there's an 'easy run' on Monday. How do you guys cope when pushed to the limit? I was too 'proud' to stop and knew l could do it, regardless of how tough it got, but how do you know if you should just stop? I had a feeling that l would simply know when enough was enough. Was l wrong?