Seems like my last few runs have been long (9 miles, 7 miles, 7 miles) and in the heat (90 degrees or above) so my per mile pace has been slooooooow and I've felt like I was dragging a caboose along with me as I go.
I'm happy to report that I just got back from a short (4 mile), cool (about 70 degrees), fast run. Fast as in 32:41 for the run, which is 8:10 miles. (In case my friend OldLobo is reading, I know this is super slow for you, my land-speed-record-breaking friend, but it's fast for me, ok?)
Also an injury update. I went to the physical therapist on Tuesday and I'm going again today. He thinks he can help the plantar fasciitis (hooray!) and thinks I have/had a slight tear in my right hamstring, which accounts for the pain I've felt there for over a year. He was talking about working with the SF 49ers (his hands have touched Jerry Rice -- can you believe?), and mentioned something about how what he was doing to me is the same as how he treats the 49ers. I just started cracking up as I had the thought, "Yeah, me and the Niners -- our doctor pretty much treats us the same!" And I couldn't stop laughing. For this "last picked at everything" girl who has a hard time viewing herself as athletic, it was a delightful moment!