Tonights run was a change from the normal schedule. Lucy is off to Madrid at the weekend (lucky thing!) and so was running long. I said I would join her for 8 of her 12 miles.
Now being somewhat faster than me Lucy often finds herself leading the way - with me clinging on behind. As she had already done some miles I thought I would return the favour, so as we hit the Portway I put my foot down a bit. Unfortunately, we probably should have either pre-agreed a speed or I should have said that I would take up the pace because before we knew it we were 7 minute miling and I was feeling somewhat sick!
Proving that competitive instinct thrives even during training neither of us wanted to say can we slow down? and so we pushed each other along, unable to speak through effort, and both, as it turns out feeling quite ill!
If ever there was a simple lesson in the need to communicate properly this was it!
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