We interrupt this blog from it’s regularly scheduled whining from a slumping, overtired runner to bring you this important message:
I ran 21 miles yesterday. It was gusty and 52 divine degrees. I experienced the elusive runners high and found myself going way too fast on several occasions. I threw in some hill repeats from miles 15-17. I expected to die and trudge the final 3. But lo and behold…..by some miracle I maintained my pace. So I added an extra mile just because. The entire 21 averaged 3 seconds/mile ahead of goal pace. Plus….wait for it….I felt like I could easily have done more.
Although lately they’ve been few and far between, days like these are why I run. Cool weather does wonders for the body and my confidence. Could my running mojo be returning?
