I ran 9 miles today, and every stinking step sucked. Actually, the best was the last mile. It was not fun. It didn't help that I waited until late afternoon to do it, but still. Some runs just don't go well.
I almost always feel like I'm not going to make it the first couple miles of every run. Usually I start to find my groove between mile 4-6. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to finish today until 8.5. Ugh. But... I did.
Hopefully it was just an off day because I need to start running at least 5 days a week now, and do more miles than I had been. I'm sure it will be fine, and I'm not even worried about speed anymore. Just one step at a time. One foot in front of the other.