Yesterday I turned in my doctoral dissertation. Took this morning very easy, probably 8:20 or so. I've been maintaining at about 40 mpw since June, but totally watchless. Did the usual 7.5, but hadn't been out at all since Sunday so naturally felt stronger and had to concentrate on sensible parameters given sleep deprivation. A couple of weeks ago I tried to hit pace on the flat by the river after two hour's sleep and strained an oblique, so a good lesson there.
The morning was really beautiful. River was smooth, the riffles sharply defined. Air cool, just a slight bite of autumn. At about mile 6.75 I felt something rise up out of me between ribs VI and VII and fly off into the clouds, without leaving a trace. Then I ran home.