Ech, went out for my 10 mile, 11:50 pace run today and failed on all fronts. Well, I did manage to get out there, but that's where the success ends. 10 miles? More like 6 something. 11:50 pace? Well over 13:00. Nice circular loop and come home with head held high? Naw, sheepishly call for a ride home. I'd have my head hung low but when it comes down to it, I don't usually fail quite so stunningly so I see this one as a gimme.
I dunno what happened. I started out with lotsa sleep, a happy stomach, beautiful weather (it must have been 60 out there, lots of melting happening!), the right clothes, all the time in the world . . . and I never got anywhere with it. Just never had the mojo. Never got the "high". I got super bored. I stopped like every three minutes, not for any reason, just to stop. Look around. Put my hands in the snow (it was hot out!). Decide which turn to take next. Start running again. Till I stop. Again. Eventually, I didn't get going again, and walked. A bit more, then what the fuck am I doing out here? and I called, oh yes I called Tom for a ride home. If every run were like this one, I would not be a runner!
Happily, this run is now behind me.