"Listen to your body and not your head."  I remember reading that somewhere.  George Sheehan the grandfather of the running movement said that after you run for a while you learn that the first and most important competition is with the voice in your head that says, "Stop."  I still compete with that voice.  That voice has been telling me to be content with being an aging runner, and to give back my fitness level and speed.  But my body misses the surge of exertion; my soul misses the satisfaction of completing a goal and even exceeding it.

Galloway said to do a fairly slow run first this week.  So I did.  Goal: 40 mins.  Ran 45.  To day he says run about 27/28 mins.  So I ran 5K+ route with a small hill.  Last time I ran this I did in 31.  Not today.  In spite of the voice telling me to take it easy and you don't really have to do this, my legs felt like running, my lungs welcomed the deep breaths, my heart kept up.  Time: 29.07.  Pace: 8.54.  Havn't seen that for a couple of years.

The men's chorus I used to sing with had a motto: for the love of the song.  For us, its for the love of the run.