For now...

On Sunday I gave the long run one last shot. I had to know, was it in my head? Was I psyching myself out?

It was decidedly time to change things.

At a quarter to two in the afternoon, I knotted my laces and set out on a path I had never run before. I was running with electrolyte water and thereby running with a bottle strapped to my right hand for the first time. This time, I was not going to glance surreptitiously at my wrist. I was going to run, so that is what I did...I ran and got lost a few times, but it felt good. Slow, but good none-the-less for 13.2 miles.

Problem solved! And I actually know why.

It wasn't about the distance, it was about the speed I was trying to go.