Monday torture

The coach had decided we needed to do some drills and sort out our hill technique. Don't we all... After a warm-up so slow I had trouble tripping over the feet in front of me we arrived at a little stretch of road that wasn't even a road yet, just gravel and sand. Then, thinking about feet and ankles, and the arms, in various combinations we did various types of skipping, half-skipping, lunges forwards and backwards, lunges on our toes and suchlike, while at the same time trying to not fall over in the gravel. Another slow jog, this time with seriously heavy feet, to a hill. Here we added the knees and hips into the mix, and as we ran up and down with focus on practically the whole body the feet slowly felt lighter - basically because the rest of the legs were catching up. On the way back two of the guys fell a few feet behind so we all had to do 20 pressups and 20 dips against a bike rail. Thanks coach! We moved on, and had a choice of flat road, and hill. Hill, of course. That part of town is (somewhat comically) called the Eastern Mountains, and this time it felt like it too. (view from the top) We could smell a barbecue, and considered running past it to snatch a piece of juicy steak but having jelly legs meant we'd get caught before even reaching the street again. I need more drills. Suggestion for bribe/punishment/carrot to make me do at least a session per week?