Will Run For Ice Cream

So there I was, meeting some friends for an early morning run. I was happy to meet and run with some other runners. Except that I knew within the first mile that I was ' in trouble '. Everything felt hard - too hard. My legs were way too heavy. My breathing was so so and the pace was not fast. It was simply 'me'.  I was having an off day. My road runs lately have been less than stellar. But I really didn't think I'd tank this bad on a run. I called it. "I gotta walk. Ya'll go ahead". Even if you are running with friends that you know well - I personally still don't want to be the one that brings everyone to a screeching halt. I was told they didn't mind, but I couldn't get the nagging voice out of my head that maybe they did mind a little but was just walking with me to be nice. 6 solid miles were done. But as the day went on