A little slice of hell . . .

It was one of those days where you feel real lazy and tired and can't quite get off the couch. So I was a tad dubious starting off on my run at 3pm this afternoon. I couldn't tell if it was going to be one of those glorious days where I remember why I do this, or one of those hellish trips where I question why I do this. Let's just say it wasn't pretty. I started my 6 mile route and only went 5.5, probably only ran 3 of it. But hell, I went.