It’s been a while since we had a “Dear Coach” entry.

I chose to take advantage to the fact the NSQ and Jeff Dweck constantly push and motivate each other at the Thursday night workouts. Jeff has bested her 5k PR, but she just beat his HM PR.

The email exchange below is real, and the names have not been changed to protect the innocent (or not-so-innocent.)

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Here's another true story direct from the inbox. I love our athletes.

"As you might have surmised, I am not one of your clients who would pass out at a race, take a breather in the back of the ambulance and then get back out there, face screwed into a Sports Illustrated photo of grim determination.  I am not Agnes who powers through windstorms and fog to her own John Williams soundtrack and I am not NSQ who continues to race on whilst vomiting every several hundred yards. I would simply open the ambulance door, strap myself on the gurney, ask for a piece of paper to make out my will and say 'if you could put a little Absolut vodka in the IV drip, I would really appreciate it.'" 

This weekend I received  a note from one of my athletes. At the end of it, he/she said, "Just read this email again..you should start a 'Dear Coach' section that posts the crazy athlete communication you get. You would change names, etc..of course. It would be pretty funny."