Fast doesn’t just happen.
Fast is no days off.
Fast is leaving nothing in the tank.
Fast is born
Ending off the weekend feeling fast.
I have run faster but this time it just felt fast. Well half of it felt fast. The part with the wind. Yeah I guess those gusts were pretty strong. But I sure was cruising. Especially on the downhill with the wind at my back.
Just don’t ask me about the first half of the run. With the gusts whipping in my face. No fun at all.
But I choose to remember the fast part. That was fun.