Running is not going awesome right now. It's not stellar, I don't dream about it. I don't spend my afternoons wondering how far and fast I'll run tomorrow.
Nope, right now my running is the tender and familiar arms of mediocrity.
I ran 3 miles, kind of slow, and it wasn't a terrible effort. Which sounds fairly unimpressive. But for my line of thinking it's just wonderful.
I show up, I do the work, it's a nice part of the day, and I'm done.