i have officially come crashing down from my pre-vacation fast runs, and sunny shipboard running high.
i feel like an absolute sloth with bricks tied around my ankles. i'm just moving in slow motion - praying for the run to end soon. and its' pissing me off.
think i just need to be patient while i get back into normal rythym. (ha! those are so not my words, but my coaches') ... patience not a virtue of mine - but it sounds good, so i'll try my best to be patient.
easier said than done, i'm sure.
getting slower doesn't really jive with the whole, i-am-runner-woman-hear-me-roar thing i had going.