Last Thursday, I was into the first few moments of a series of power-targeted intervals on the bike, and I could feel it. On Sunday, in the last two miles of a trail run, my legs kicked into high gear for some of the fastest miles I’ve run in a while, and I knew it was with me. Just two strokes into Monday’s swim, and there it was. My mojo. My magnificant, move-me-up-mountains mojo. It’s mojolicious. Okay, you get the point. Alright, one more time… * * M O J O * * I like to keep my thoughts …