There's nothing in here you haven't heard before, and before, and before that, but from time to time I just have to express my complete and total repulsion to my own sucking. I'm down to once or twice a week running,
and today I had the grievous misfortune to hit the track. Yeah, "hit the track", well that completely misrepresents what happened there. I figured some drills, 4 x 100 strides to warm up, then an 800, 600, 400 and 200. I really made an effort, but the times of 2:56, 2:05, 77, and 34 were all I could eek out. The times aren't in themselves awful, unless you compare to what I eeked out last year, 2:52, 2:01, hi 60's, and low 30's; but the way I felt was so disillusioning. The calves and hamstrings
felt like they could snap at any time, and I just felt like a complete spaz out there: no coordination, no timing, no power, no fluidity, and no real hope of attaining any. In fact, if this wasn't a big enough
headache, the knowledge that each subsequent year will no doubt bring greater deterioration is depressing enough to make wish for the bliss of ignorance. To add further insult to injury, I see all around me people
getting older and getting faster or at least staying the same. Next suck update this Summer; I'm sure I'll find a way to outdo myself.