What exactly is lost? My mojo. My will to run. Okay, I'm being overly dramatic...but I'm starting to feel like my heart isn't as into running as it was before. Getting out the door on Friday was hard... Granted, it was a Friday and I would have rather have still been at my hockey pool party. I went for a run on Monday over lunch and I couldn't get my stride into a groove until 3 miles in to my 4+ mile run. Stuff hurt. Running and I just were not jiving. Maybe I'm getting tired of running in the same areas all the time. Maybe it is because this week marks a big turning point in marathon training. 15 miles this weekend. 16 miles the next. I'm starting to stare those big mileage weeks in the face and spending 3+ hours pounding the pavement has me quaking in my boots a bit. Hopefully I have a solution to the problem. I'm off to Kelowna, British Columbia this weekend to spend some quality time with the folks. I'll be driving out on Saturday and saving my long run for Sunday. I'll be able to run somewhere completely new, so hopefully the change in scenery will do me good.