Tonight I ran 2 fast (for me) miles at the gym — 18:09 (9:04 pace).
Have you ever found yourself doing something that used to be difficult but now feels OK? Or more than OK? Maybe even effortless?
This is how I’ve felt about running fast(er) lately. I always thought I’d be a ten-plus-minute mile girl, but I’m finding out that a nine-minute pace feels similar to how a ten-minute pace used to feel. I just didn’t notice the progress as it was happening.
And now that I notice? It. Kicks. Ass.