When you are driving home and every flag is flapping straight out, you know you are in for a tough first half of a run. Such is life and since I knew it was going to be a slow one I even removed pace from my HR screen so I wouldn't get worked up about it. And off I went for 7 miles.
Had a great warmup mile, just taking it easy as I fought the wind and as I got into mile 2 it was a chore. Even though my HR was staying in the high 120s, I was working a lot harder than it felt. As I approached the split I tried to guess my pace. I honestly felt like I was running maybe in the 10:40s so i was quite surprised when I saw the 10:06 reading. Yay me but I still had a long way to go.
It was more of the same for the next mile plus as I fought the wind. Still my HR was staying in the low 130s with surprisingly quick miles. I was never so relieved when I finally made the turn to have the wind at my back for the last 3 miles but my legs were turning to mush. Even the tailwind wasn't helping on mile 6 and I was so ready to take it down for that final mile to home.
At least tomorrow is a rest day so my legs will get a chance to recover before Saturday's 24(don't tell anyone but I may do 26 if I'm feeling good.). For now it's off to bed.