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This one landed hard. Not because I’ve been oblivious to Zone 2 or immune to the data, but because you’re writing about something deeper than pace discipline. What you’re describing is the emotional architecture beneath performance: the pride, the self-deception, the fear of being exposed as ordinary.

It isn’t about pace. It’s about identity, shadow, and the parts of ourselves we refuse to slow down enough to meet. I’ve lived the moderate-intensity rut in more than running: senior executive roles, policy fights, the constant torque of proving I’m still here, still capable. Easy runs done too fast are the embodied version of that old survival pattern. When we must move quickly to justify our worth, slowness feels like ego death. In simplistic terms, there’s a wound beneath the behaviour.

And here’s the kicker: even as a coach, I struggle to get other people to understand this. I can practice it (OK, sometimes), but steering conversations into this terrain (the Jungian terrain, the discomfort, etc.), feels like the real hill, if you excuse the pun. I watch most athletes cling to the persona (the “capable one” who doesn’t need to walk hills), and it feels like watching myself ten years ago. These are the kinds of conversations I want to be having, but they make people flinch. They attack the illusion of control; they call out the armour; they expose the cost of refusing to descend into the underworld of humility.

Reading you confront Nick’s pride felt like watching someone coach the younger me. The version that tried to outrun childhood, grief, then midlife, and recently, the brutality of starting over. For me, slowing down is not just a training correction; it’s a metaphysical pivot. Proof that performance doesn’t need to be fueled by fear or emotional compression. And yet, even knowing this, I still find myself second-guessing how to talk about it without sounding like I’m lecturing or proselytizing or trying to convert someone to my personal mythology of pace (or power).

In Jungian terms, easy running done correctly feels like an encounter with the shadow. It asks us to surrender the persona, the part that needs to “look like” progress, to build something truer. The moment you stopped and walked, and he mirrored you, felt like the whole point: someone has to go first. That’s leadership. Not your PowerPoints or the persuasion, but the willingness to model a slower, more honest way of being.

These are the conversations I think endurance sport needs more of. The ones that create discomfort and ask us who we are without the armour of pace. Ironically, the Norwegian successes may be the hook. I’m sixty now, still learning to give myself permission to go slow, and discovering that humility can be a training stimulus. I want to get better at bringing athletes (and peers, honestly) into this space without losing them along the way.

Thanks for pushing the conversation where it needs to go. As you always do so well.

Marc

Lisa Thompson's avatar

My teenage coach would make us run with his wife. She was in her mid 50s and the rule was no one was allowed to run faster than her. Those long runs through the bush are still some of my favourite memories and taught me the art of easy running.

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