And then sometimes you get a good one
Ran this morning. I was half trying to make up for a 2 mile recovery run I skipped on Sunday, but otherwise, I had no plan except to run a loop: out my door and over a bridge, past a second bridge, back over a third bridge, past the second bridge again, and back home. Other goals: I didn’t want to look at my watch; I wanted the run to just flow.
I wasn’t exactly taking it easy, but I didn’t feel like I was racing. I felt calm, strong, and light on my feet.
I cheated a little and snuck a peek at my watch, and WHADDYA KNOW? Not a single mile over 10:30. Overall pace: 10:01.
Superbly pleased with how this ended up: proof that my brain, more than my body, is what’s been holding me back lately.
(Side note: listen up, body. If you can lay down these paces with only stoplight breaks, you should be able to lay down AT LEAST three 10:15 miles WITH RESTS.)