Marvel comics used to (maybe still does) publish a comic called “What If”. In one issue, the story revolved around Conan the Barbarian in modern-day New York (because if anything is going to happen like that, why would it ever happen anywhere but modern New York) and Conan beat up a guy with huge muscles, saying that his strength didn’t come from lifting meaningless pieces of metal over and over, but from fighting for his life all the time. I’m paraphrasing a lot of stylish dialogue that was spread over a couple of pages, of course, but I guess you get the idea. Hubris, whose stamina comes from horsing around and risking bodily injury on a regular basis would have an easy time outrunning anyone whose endurance comes from time spent on a treadmill. Or me. He could definitely outrun me. Running’s not my thing.
