I heard this great story yesterday about one of the legendary old-time footy coaches (Aussie Rules)*.
His team had been smashed the day before so he had the whole lot of them out at the training ground early, doing laps, even the guys on crutches. Anyway a dog joins in and is running laps with them. Its a bit foggy so from the coaches view he can't see exactly what is going on on the far side of the oval.
The running group have knocked out a fair distance when they all stop on the far side of the oval. He yells across "What's going on ? Why have you fellows stopped ?"
One of the players yells back "the dog's died !"
His voice booms out "Well get a new dog and get on with it"
*Coach was John Kennedy Sr