What I'm about to assert is something that despite past wishes, is finally coming true.

I've been working very hard the last few weeks to become a stronger runner. And it has worked.

I have waited over a year to regain this level of fitness, and it finally is beginning to manifest itself in the roads ahead.

Suffering on the hills.

Hammering the treadmill.

Core workouts five times per week.

All of this was done after I worked to illuminate the most shadowed corners of my training. The areas where dust accumulates and rust composes.

And then tonight I found what I had in me. I found great speed and ability and strength after a grand day with even grander acquaintances in Boston College's systematic destruction of Miami. Go you Boston Eagles.

Following a day of the quintessence of New England, came great reward in the lonely night air.




7 miles at tempo pace, feeling as if I was floating along what would become a new reality. A new, uncanny ability to seemingly ascend into the heavens.

That's all I know at this point. But I sure am happy.