Deep inside I knew it was happening. But I had to go and confirm my suspicions anyway. I got slow again.
Not that I was ever actually fast, but I was faster.
After months of speed work to get myself in shape to hit my half marathon goal, while setting new PRs at the 10-K and marathon, I have since gone the way of the tortoise.
My running log shows a nice descending curve in my pacing from June to August, but then, starting in September, it reports a steady increase. I know the marathons and my subsequent recovery are to blame, but it feels like all those Yasso 800s have been erased.
The last run with an overall pace under 9:00 per mile was more than a month ago, a two-mile fartlek session right before the Akron Marathon.
My legs have felt like iron, heavy and pocked with rust (I live in the Rust Belt, after all). Perhaps it is time for a new recruiting mission. Tonight, if all goes as planned, I will make my triumphant return to the track, where I'll be seeking some long lost fast-twitch muscle fibers as I prepare for one last crack at a 5-K -- and perhaps a six-minute mile.