Today was a toughie.
We set out to run 8 miles. It was already hot, and I had gotten hardly any sleep. Those kinds of things never stop me.
In the first mile I realized that the pace we set was one that I could not maintain. I was just too fatigued. Kimmy ran on, and I soldiered through. When we got to the cattle guard around mile 2, I allowed myself to walk for several strides. It was enough to energize me and pump me up.
Basically the rest of the run was a battle of heat and fatigue. I did it, but it wasn't pretty. My pace was over 9 minute miles, which is extremely embarrassing. However, I find myself not caring. It's really okay to have a slower run sometimes. Just like in many things, not every run can be a great pace and great conditions. You have to run through the tough ones to appreciate and thrive for the good ones.