I had a crappy crappy (almost) three miler last night with my new running buddy. Weather was fine, the company was nice, but the run kicked my butt. We had planned to go 3-4 at an easy 10 min/mile pace... but wound up suffering through 2.5 miles in 27 minutes. Ugh.
As my friend and fellow runner pointed out when I called to lament my awful run, "You have to have these bad runs to have good runs". I suppose, but man are they demoralizing when they happen.
I'm currently running Tuesday easy, Thursdays tempo, and Saturdays long, and I've got a half marathon in five weeks. And another one in nine weeks. On the schedule this week is a quickie two mile tempo to get my body used to speed work again, and seven on Saturday on my peaceful trail. Can't wait.