My head thinks I can still run a 7:30 pace without much effort.
My lungs think that's the most ridiculous thing they've ever heard.
My brain calls it's familiar cadence but my legs can't find their usual rhythm.
Three miles on the treadmill tonight at roughly a 9:30 pace. (That actually pains me to write.)
It's really humbling to have to start again. Here's to hoping it comes back quickly.
And here's what's in my ear as I start to put in the work...
Cults - Abducted from Jonathan Wang on Vimeo.