February 20, 2010
train high, run low
As bad of a runner as I am, you would think I'd have more fun in life - eat whatever I want, get drunk occasionally, stay out late, do fun things - but I don't. I eat a cookie or drink a beer only if I've "earned" it (with some too-slow workout or other); I don't go out to shows or parties or recitals or anything; I haven't seen a movie in a theater in years. And yet I run like shit. Like shit.
I am wondering if I am at the end of my rope.