Living in speed hell

In the midst of Monday’s speed intervals, these were the thoughts formulating in my head: 800 metres? At this pace? Are you freaking kidding me? Holy freaking crud monkey, I can’t breathe! I think I’m having a heart attack! Ohmygawd, alert the authorities, I think Coach NZ is trying to kill me! Why did I not pack along water??? This week’s speed training had me … Continue reading Living in speed hell