Marathon Training: Day 16, At Least I Got Off the Sofa

Distance target: 8 miles w/speed work
Actual: 7 miles with walking and being worthless

This ranks as one of the worst workouts I've ever attempted. Like any weekday run, the plan was to run after work. I ended up stuck at work for an extra 30-40 minutes, stuck in additional traffic and not home until around the time I finished my pretty decent Tuesday run. I was hungry and not really feeling it, but I took a gel shot, threw another one in my pocket and took off. The first mile felt fine, I was somewhere around my goal pace and contemplating the possible routes I could take to add 2 miles to my usual 10k loop. Nearing 2 miles I started to feel like I was out of energy, I wasn't nearly as nimble in dodging the snow and ice, and I started thinking about that second gel in my pocket. With a full 10k left I thought there's no way I can eat that thing that early in my run. At about 2.5 miles I just couldn't run anymore, I'd run away from my house the entire time and thought about turning back now, I ate the gel and plodded onward. I got a decent energy boost and was able to "trot" up to mile 6, with some stop lights and a bathroom break mixed in, where I could turn to go home and call it a day. I headed past my turnoff, but when it came to make a right and hit 8miles or make a left and round it off at 7, I couldn't make myself go right. I walked a block, yelled at myself a little (crazzyyy) and then ran pretty hard the last 1/4 mile or so. Time for a rest day and an easy day and then a long 12-14 on Sunday. With two beautiful days ahead of us in Denver lots of the snow should be melted and I'm looking forward to a good high energy run to make up for this disaster.

The good: I did something, plenty of times I could have stopped and shortened the run, but I got most of it done.
I salvaged some DECENT miles out of something that was a total disaster at some point.

The bad: I ran slower than pace, and not as far as planned. It's like a double suck run. Also I just let my brain demotivate me. I felt fine physically, I was a little low on energy, but I think I let that take over.