Yesterday I ran a very, very slow and lazy 10km and it was wonderful.
I ran around my neighbourhood - basically from one side to the other - and looked at things, and took it all in, and people-watched as I slowly plodded along the footpath. It was great.
It wasn't that long ago that I could barely run 3 kilometers without stopping. I had lost the joy of running, and I wasn't just in a slump but got trapped at the bottom of a gorge. And now, I've raced 10km on a Saturday and run a recovery 10km on Monday. And not only did I do that but I really enjoyed it.
Perhaps 80/20 is going to work for me! I couldn't be happier.