Last month, I started running because a friend convinced me to give it a try.
I’ve been going to the gym for 3–4 years, so I thought, “I’m reasonably fit. How hard can running be?” 😂
Then I tried running 10K.
And reality hit me pretty quickly.
Gym strength ≠ running endurance.
I could lift weights, but apparently my legs didn’t get the memo that they were supposed to run for 10 kilometers. 😭
I started learning about pacing, recovery, Zone 2, endurance training, and why you can’t just brute-force every run like a gym workout.
I’m still a complete beginner, but that’s actually what I’m enjoying about it.
According to my running stats, August ended with:
🏃 13 runs
⏱️** 10h 46m
📍 **72 km
⛰️** 367m elevation gai**n
And honestly, those 10+ hours might be the most useful 10 hours I’ve spent this year.
Not because I became a great runner.
But because I started something I was genuinely bad at, humbled myself, and began learning from zero again.
August was basically: “Bro, you’re not as fit as you thought.” 😂
Here’s to September and hopefully a little less suffering. 🏃♂️