Moving on, I cant help but look back and realise there are parts of my life which I really miss.

The life where I could wake at insane hours to pump miles into my legs. Run and run before my friends even woke up. Push down long stretches of tarmac on my bike before cars even get onto the road. Feel as if my day is already over by the time the sun comes up.

I miss my buddies in cross. The people who are beside me when we have a 16km run to complete. The people who are around when I know training is hell. The people who pull me when I am tired and want to stop, the people who scream in my face to go faster when I'm going as fast as I can. I miss the faces of everyone who was so determined and so focused. We were so hungry for speed for power. We lived for being a better runner.

I missed the days when I didnt really like rest days because im not allowed to train. I miss the days when I was so happy to know that I am allowed to run extra miles than what was given. The days when I am allowed to cross train so I could cycle after exhausting my milage quota. Days where we finished training and went to swim to build more cardio.

And even the days where I had to study like a madman, dig deep into books day and night and night and day.

Well, months down the road, I might be missing today.

Heck.