Left late accidentally on purpose. After Berkampstead I was feeling in need of something less gut busting than the usual session at the canal - but I was strangely drawn in that direction cleared distance from the office to the start in around 11 mins.
I was perplexed to see the full brigade of Locket Rockets hammering at me after one bridge out in the opposite direction - had they finished already? Swift about turn and tucked in deftly between Karen and Martin. 75 on and 45 off. Because the damn had closed the canal further along they were going backwards and forward long the same stretch of towpath. Hmmm. That means nowhere to hide. And if you don't get to the back quickly on the recovery the elite get to overtake you on EVERY rep.
Lost count of how many I did. I think it was about twelve reps in all.
One interesting thing happened. As the might of the elite powered through one of the bridges where the gap is only one runner wide Mr Lockett himself crashed into a poor runner under the bridge and they became locked in a bizarre dance holding onto each other to avoid one of them going in the canal. This guy was miffed and complaining that we should go slower - the cheek - that'll be the day - we want to go faster not slower!
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