Today I ran and had a terrible run. It was cold, I was tired, hungover, out of shape, my pace was terrible, no endurance and wanted to stop the entire time. Compared to where I once was and where I am now it is depressing.
But it was great. It is about conquering those feelings that I KNOW I will feel. The hardest part is getting through that part. The fear of knowing I will feel that had been holding me back. But I have to get through it.
But ugh 4 miles in 25 degree weather over hills, hungover. Don't wish that on anyone.