The previous night the young boy and I agreed on a three level challenge. That he would beat me at a single 400 and 800, then times two, then times three.
I would imagine that to get past that third level is perhaps a longer term goal.
But this set a flurry of excitement, a bit of competitiveness for him – and perhaps me – and a prize for both of us at the end of the third level.
That I am sure he will beat me one day handily – is no question. Nothing would make me happier.
In that we reached the track for a longish interval session for me and serendipitously one that had 400s and 800s apart from mile repeats.
He couldn’t manage the 800 but he beat me in the 400 by a second.
Still, that’s half a level and to complete it, it has to be done in one session.
It was great training for both and especially him – in more ways than running around the track.
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