then and now

A year ago, I was running 18-20 miles a week and actually enjoying it. I was getting pretty strong, too, and it took a lot to wind me.

Today, I found myself having to walk up four flights of stairs because the elevator in the parking garage at work was broken. By the time I got to the top, I thought I was going to die. My lungs were screaming bloody murder at me. One of my coworkers said "Have a good day" and I could barely utter the same to them without breathing mid-sentence.

Oh, my friends, it was simply pathetic, the difference just one year makes.

Things will be changing. Oh yes. They will be changing.