Having run 95 miles last month (a personal best), I took several days off to rest. Boy was that a mistake! This was the hardest run I’ve had in a while and getting back into my rhythm felt like a chore. The 35˚F frosty morning air, coupled with the fact I went to bed at 1 a.m. and got up at 6 a.m. really was a lethal combination. If I learned one thing from yesterday’s run around the neighborhood, it would be that a good night’s sleep prior to a morning run works wonders for the mind and the body. I just wish someone had told me that the night before!