I used to be the king of the concrete jungle, a gazelle on asphalt. But this year, my running mojo has gone missing in action. It’s like I’ve traded my running shoes for slippers and replaced my race bib with a Netflix subscription.
I recently did a deep dive into my running stats (a masochistic pleasure, I know). My lofty goal of 1500km a year? More like 1500 dreams. I’ve barely hit the 700km mark for the whole year. It’s official: I’m a running slacker.
Don’t get me wrong, I have grand plans. Ultramarathons, anyone? But let’s be real, I’m nowhere near that yet. To get there, I need to put in the miles (and the gym time). It’s a marathon, not a sprint, right? Except I’m currently walking at a snail’s pace.
Speaking of pace, today’s club run was a humbling experience. The Axis Employment 5k is basically a vertical kilometer with a pat on the back at the end. In my glory days (aka 2013), I could conquer that hill like a mountain goat. Now? I’m more like a panting puppy.
The gym has built some serious muscle, but it’s also turned me into a hill-climbing novice. It’s like my legs are saying, “Bro, we lift weights, not climb mountains.” I’m determined to reclaim my hill-climbing crown. Watch this space for updates on my quest to become a mountain goat again.