Distance runner on hiatus. Which is to say, I woke up one fine October morning last year, decided running was the stupidest fucking thing a human being could possibly do, and haven't run a step since.
I fully expect to pick up where I left off. Someday. Maybe. If I can handle the fact that my sub-20 minute 5K times will be my new one-mile pace, and that the only way I'll be able to cover 26.2 miles is by getting into my car.
I'd better have a cigarette and figure out whom to blame for this state of affairs. It sure as fuck isn't me, amiright?