The disappointment of a slower-than-hoped-for finish at the Pick Your Poison 25K
trail race hung over my head all week. Instead of motivating me to do more speed work or hill repeats, I laced up once last week for a short 6K stroller run. My running mojo was somewhere at the base of a ski hill at the Heights of Horseshoe
in Barrie where the race was held. I didn't really care much about running and starting questioning the sanity of attempting a six-hour run when I didn't even want to put on my shoes. While some runners have a mantra that keeps them motivated, I have no words or positive self talk.