strangely, fourth consecutive day of running (which I seldom do), didn't sleep all that well, popped off 6.7 miles in 47:35, even splits. It was fairly cold (mid-40's) and pretty dry out there, which helped. I passed by one gent walking his dog early on, and he asked if I was at 7-minute pace. I said 7, 7:30 or so, figuring I had just run an unusually quick loop and would come to earth soon enough. Didn't happen: the miles flew by, it was pure enjoyment. Strides were smooth and purposeful, hardly thought about hamstring/calf timing. Considering this, I'm going to check my training log to see whether this pattern hold up, and if so I may reconsider the whole idea of tapering before a race. I'm reading Matt Fitzgerald's Run which is finally connecting the dots for me on the mind-body connection.