Today (Sunday) will probably go down as my worst running day since the day I ran the Napa-to-Sonoma Half Marathon back in July of '07 (don't get me started on that miserable racing day).
It's a little past midnight on this Sunday/Monday night. I got back from my run a little while ago. I was supposed to do 13 miles tonight after work. I ended up doing a little over 11. But it wasn't even that close.
It was one of those runs where each mile felt like 5. I probably stopped to walk a good 5-6 times - including the last .65 miles back home. Legs were wobbly, I completely lacked energy and I felt like I couldn't quite catch my breath at times. Oh well. Not gonna dignify this run by analyzing it any further. It happened, it's over with and now I'm just ready to wipe this whole day off the books.
Off to get some much needed shut-eye. Tomorrow's a new day. G'nite.