I had such high hopes for a great run . . . turns out I was just plain delusional.  Here’s a list of my delusions versus the realities:
 Delusions/Reality
 I can run 6,8, or 10 miles NO PROBLEM!  OMG I can’t!  I really can’t!  How sad that I can’t!  
 I love running.  WTF (no offense for my strong language) was I thinking – I obviously must have been captured by aliens!
 Running is getting pretty easy for me!  Not today!  Nothing about today was easy – NOTHING!  I fought for every single step.  The entire time was a fight not to quit, not to cut it short, not to just say “screw it” and walk.
 The weather is going to be amazing today (forecast for 50* and sunny).  Liars!  Liars!  Liars!  It was 43* with 12 mph winds making it feel like it was 35* – dang, that’s cold .  . . though I was beyond thankful I threw on a second long sleeve shirt seconds before heading out (oh such a great decision).  I was also thankful that I unintentionally had a route where the wind was at my face for the first half and at my back 
 I can leave work early enough to get in 8-10 miles NO PROBLEM! Didn’t happen.
 I have become a strong enough runner to run any distance alone.  NOPE – not true.  Every single step was a mental fight to keep going.
 I really enjoy running with music.  In real life I hate music.  I have about 30 songs on my ipod that are my favorite songs from various aerobics classes in my life.  I like the songs that are on there, but today – today they were all just annoying!
 
 This was one of the hardest runs I've done in a LONG time! I fought to do every step. Only in the last 1.5 miles did I stop hating every second and rather just merely disliked every step. Under normal circumstances I would be extremely disappointed with my performance, but today - today I think this was a gigantic success (albeit a less than fun one). I wanted to quit SO many times. I wanted to cut this run short SO many times. My lower back was killing me (no idea why – boo!), but still I went the distance and fought to the finish. I did this all by myself. I have grown so much as a runner and a person. As sucky as every step felt, I feel amazing about the overall accomplishment.
 That bondi band pretty much sums up tonight’s 6.58 mile run . . . “Run, walk, crawl, FINISH!”
 Quick run stats:  6.58 miles, 1:33.28 (14:12 m/m – which seems incredible to me given how much the entire thing sucked – last year such a sucky run would have easily been 16:00 m/m or more), 1:1 interval used but miles 3-5 I ran 2 and 3 minutes at a time and walked 1-2 minutes.  I just did whatever I felt like doing.  The last mile was pretty amazing – I ran 7 straight minutes . . . who knew I could do that?  Nice!
 How does a sucky run affect you?  Does it impact your confidence as a runner or just shake it off?