This morning I had my best run since the accident in Birmingham. It was still just a five-miler. But, my pace was surprisingly brisk--especially in the last mile. And, it felt great. If I had been able to spend a bit more time, I felt as if I could really keep running at that pace another two or three miles. Maybe, just maybe, I can ramp up for St. Jude--and hopefully, without injury.
Despite a slow recovery from the Uttermost and the near-disastrous accident on the streets of Birmingham, October was a pretty good month: I finished with over 155 total miles. And, my pace was a real surprise--albeit, coming in mostly in really short spurts. Still, I'll take it.
