This Sunday evening I was surprised to find myself half a mile from home down a neighboring running trial, moving far faster than I had in months. The path was no surprise - it's a favorite route - but everything else about this situation was shocking.
First, I had spent the better part of Sunday driving from DC to Rhode Island and had been half-heartedly attempting to nap to recover: a run had definitely not been in the cards. Second, I had been in a running slump for months. Sure, I'd get in a quick mile or two a couple days a week, but since April have had trouble finding motivation. And third, with a running slump comes slow speeds. Yet, here I was moving at my race pace.Read More