Waiting for the pace

I jogged the neighborhood for ten minutes this morning and then did the usual drive over to WVC. Tom, Danny and I ran out usual 60 minutes. I jogged a few minutes afterward to run my total up to 72 minutes. I wore the Garmin and even though we were moving along, it still wasn't faster than a ten minute pace. In the old days, age graded to 7:30. I was thinking to myself that this was way too slow and way too hard for the pace. By hard, I don't mean hard-hard. Just not smooth and easy. One of the things I have learned over the years is that the pace comes to you, not the other way around. You can try to force it but you'll just break down.