Yesterday I set out for a 7 KM run, one of my favourite routes, but it didn't feel comfortable right from the start. Various bits were hurting, my back and my old cranky achilles who has been quiet for a while...no energy either. It was considerably hotter than the forecast too, 28C and full sun. I got to the top of the hill, where the lunatics jump off with their hang gliders and decided to call it a day, and come back via the paved road. I managed 3KM in 28 mins, slow even by my standards.
Here's the weird bit! I recovered from the heat in super quick time, and never felt that this was a "failed" run, I was perfectly happy with it. I got the most massive runners high too, and I was starving! All this was borne out by my long-suffering Baldy who lives with my odd running moods.
Funny chap, running!