However when I got to the track a tall dark stranger from running heaven took me under his wing and paced me for the last 3 efforts, only to disappear into the night at the end of the last
effort mumbling something about 'burnt bloody chicken in the oven and the wife hanging him from the nearest lamppost by his short and curlies'.So next time you are apprehensive about a run remember me and my 2400 metres at 175bpm in just over 11 minutes which is the my best session ever (except in a race but that doesnt count) and maybe, just maybe your angel shall be on your shoulder.
Wherever you are, whoever you are, you know who you are and I thank you. Loads.
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