The dreams of running fade. The days of running are fewer until running no longer happens. Hours of work increase. The stomach begins to grow. Bills pile up. Beers and drank, weekends revolve around drinking and football. You have a lunch break instead of a nap between classes. Miles spent on the road driving a car replace time spent running on the roads. Biceps and pecs that were always seemingly non-existent begin to exist. Worn work boats replace worn running shoes. Paltry paychewwcks replace grades Yet still, going on a hike and climbing a mountain, an urge to get to the top, to beat those hiking with you, yeah, there's still something in there. Month by month the numbers on the scale keep getting larger. Instead of browsing letsrun.com you begin to browse monster.com, looking for a job that might allow more time to possibly lace up some shoes and get out there in the toil once more before you're to old, slow and fat to care about anything anymore.