Our morning (6 a.m.) temperatures have remained in the 70s the past few weeks. High humidity results in my runs taking on the feeling of a shower.
This morning the temperature was 73 when I went outside, but the humidity seemed a bit lower. It was a beautiful cloudless sky, with a nearly full moon and plenty of stars. The magic hour between the dark and the dawn*. The moments between the silence and the song*. *Not original words here.
My plan was for a 4 mile tempo run with a 1 mile warm-up followed by 2 miles at a good pace, and finally another mile at a slower pace. I didn't start off feeling especially strong, but by the time I got to the 2nd mile I had kicked into a (for me) pretty high gear and was able to maintain a fast pace for two miles. Although I had no way of knowing my exact speed, it felt like my typical pace from 15 years ago. Of course, that was a pace I could maintain for many miles, and this was only for 2, but it was a start.
Could this be a sign of the mojo coming back? Stay tuned.
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