This morning, after getting up an hour earlier than I had to because I somehow managed to set the time on my alarm clock an hour ahead, I ran 5.32 miles in 48:30 a 9:05 pace.
The good news: The knee was fine; virtually no complaints from that quarter.
The less good news: that pace. Not horrible, but not good, either.
I actually thought or maybe just hoped that I'd hit a sub-9 minute pace. Obviously, I hadn't, but I think the bigger news here is I finished feeling like I could easily have run another mile at the pace I was keeping.
That's more important.