Today was an easy one: 4.06 miles at an 8:23 pace. My target was 9:00 per mile, but I felt good this morning, and cruising at 8:30 felt effortless. In hindsight, maybe I could’ve dialed it back a bit, but 34 minutes of running feels so short these days. My heart rate averaged 140 bpm, which is solid evidence I didn’t push too hard.
It’s amazing how much progress I’ve made in the last 6–8 weeks. A couple of months ago, this pace would’ve left me completely gassed. Now, it’s my easy pace. I’m finally building aerobic conditioning—and I’d bet my running form is getting more efficient too.
It’s been a real grind over the past few years. I averaged around 50 miles per month, occasionally creeping into the 80s, but it never felt like enough. Lately, though, I’ve been hitting closer to 100 miles per month, and that seems to be the tipping point. For the first time in a long time, I actually feel fit.
Best of all, when I head out the door now, I feel good. I’m starting to enjoy running again. For so long, it was just painful—I knew a breakthrough was possible, but it always felt just out of reach. Now, I’m finally seeing the light. I’ve got new hope.
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