This morning I got up at 6am. Tired. Wasn't in the mood for a run but half the battle is getting out of the front door and just bloody doing it!
I set off and decided to not run 5K - just a 3K because mentally that's all I could manage. Had to stop once due to my legs saying "need to stop please!". I obliged with a 30sec walk before setting off again. Less than three minutes laters legs packed up completely. I could not muster the energy to carry on, so walked a kilometre home.
That said I DID do 3.2K so at least it was something.
Very despondent though....