Anyone watched the OG's "Most punishing workout in years"? Does he scold people cheering him on in the comments?
From the description:
OGShoetuber wrote:
I’d heard of workouts like this—speed sessions designed to sharpen your legs and lungs, to teach your body how to handle discomfort and keep going. But reading about it and doing it are two different beasts. The plan was simple on paper: run a mile at a hard pace, rest for two minutes, then do it again. Nine more times. Ten miles total, broken into relentless chunks. I chose a flat stretch of road near my house, marked out the distance with a running app, and set off with a mix of determination and dread.
The first repeat felt good—almost too good. My legs were fresh, my breathing steady, and I hit my target pace with room to spare. Two minutes of rest flew by, a quick sip of water, a shake of the arms, and I was off again. By the third repeat, the initial adrenaline had faded, replaced by a creeping heaviness in my quads. My lungs started to protest, each breath a little sharper than the last. I told myself it was fine, that I was still in control. But control is a slippery thing when you’re pushing your body to its edge.
The ninth repeat was where I hit the wall. My vision blurred at the edges, my chest heaved like a bellows, and every stride felt like wading through molasses. I glanced at my watch—pace slipping, time dragging—and willed myself to keep going. Those two minutes of rest were a blur of panting and self-doubt, my hands on my knees, head bowed. I didn’t want to start the tenth. I didn’t think I could. But something—pride, stubbornness, maybe a flicker of that 20-something grit I thought I’d lost—pulled me upright. One more mile. One more push.
As I walked home, legs stiff and mind buzzing, I felt a strange mix of emotions. Humility, for one—this workout had stripped away any illusions of invincibility. I was 39, not 25, and my body made sure I knew it. But there was pride too, a quiet glow that grew stronger with every step. Completing that session, as ugly as it got, was a testament to the weeks of effort I’d poured in. It was a reminder of why I’d signed up for this half marathon in the first place: not just to run 13.1 miles, but to see what I could endure, what I could overcome.
Wild that he says that "I'd heard of workouts like this", which for me means that he haven't done them?
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