Months of grueling long runs followed by two disappointing results had knocked the wind out of my sails.
But now I'm back and raring to go.
Out with the 20-milers and in with the 4ks.
In case you hadn't noticed, it's cross country season!
The last few weekends have been spent in muddy fields in towns across the West of Scotland, sheltering under trees, bare arms folded against the wind.
The breathless, lactic-busting dashes through thick mud are a refreshing change from the mental challenge of running for four hours.
But those miles seem to have helped. They may have sapped away some of my speed, but so far this season I am not doing too badly.
Still at least three quarters down the field, but I'm keeping up with my team mates and enjoying the camaraderie.
Cross country is a strange phenomenon for the average runner.
While most of your day-to-day joggers would feel comfortable among the Lycra clad crowd at the start of a half marathon, cross country can be very intimidating.
For a start, the field is much smaller than your average mass participation event, and though, there are a few that break the stereotype, most competitors are of a certain ilk.
You don't really get tall and short, young and old, slightly podgy, or frankly fat.
There are no gentle joggers or members of the 'I'll take it easy this week' crowd.
Instead you get lean, mean, muscley, verging on scrawny, running machines.
Rather than capri pants and brightly coloured t-shirts, they wear tiny shorts not dissimilar to old-fashioned gym knickers, with crop tops and singlets.
It may be raining, hailing or even snowing, but this hardy bunch of people, most in their late teens or early 20s, display their stringy muscles and tight, fat-free six packs for the world to see.
They hurtle round tight courses, run over hilly fields and through bogs like they have the hounds of hell on their heels.
Most have their parents or coaches at the finish, smartly dressed in matching club tracksuits, housed in the sea of team gazebos.
Average human beings, like myself, look like we may as well be out for a walk in the park.
But we make up the numbers and we have a good laugh doing it.
It also builds up strength and resilience ahead of the winter road races - first up being the Jimmy Irvine 10k next weekend.
I am back again chasing that illusive sub-46 that eluded me at the Women's 10k when I managed 46.47.
By the way, for the record, I finished Loch Ness Marathon 2013 in 4.31.05.
I took it a little easy, and walked many of the toughest hills in the second half.
But I crossed the line with my mind intact, ready to gently put away the marathon mantle for a good few years.
Roll on winter races.