Oh for crying out loud, it’s that Nick Bester fellow again, isn’t it?
Can’t scroll two inches without seeing him bounding up a mountain like a gazelle on double espresso.
Back in my day, we didn’t have fancy watches telling us our heart rate or VO2 max or whatever nonsense. We just ran ‘til we saw stars, threw up behind a tree, and kept going! And now this guy’s out here with his perfectly timed splits and motivational quotes? Bah!
What’s he even doing? Smiling while running 100 kilometers like it’s a stroll to the corner shop? Who the heck enjoys a tempo run at 4am? You know what I enjoy at 4am? Sleeping, like a sane human being. Not “crushing hill repeats” with a grin plastered across my face like some sort of endorphin-fuelled robot.
And what’s with the positivity all the time? “You’ve got this.” “Pain is temporary.” “Just keep moving forward.” Yeah yeah, I’ve heard it all before — usually from someone half my age and twice as annoying. He’s like a walking, talking, sprinting self-help book.
But I’ll give him this — the lad’s got grit. And guts. And quads like granite slabs. If I could bottle up 10% of that man’s energy, I’d finally clean out the garage like I promised in 1998. Maybe.
Still. Enough with the Strava medals and high-altitude selfies. Some of us are just trying to survive the walk to the mailbox without pulling a hamstring.
#NickBesterIsTooEnergetic
#SlowDownSonYoullHurtYourKnees
#BackInMyDayWeRanInSandals
#IRespectHimButAlsoPleaseStopRunningSoFast