I decided to run three miles today. When I run at the track, I like to count the laps backwards down to zero... I'm not sure why, but it motivates me. So today I started at twelve. Even though I had run only three laps, I still felt a kick when I got down to single digits. I only walked for half of a straight-away right before my last mile, and then finished strong.
It was frigid outside. Despite the fact that I was sweating under my layers, I didn't feel warm until the last mile. I probably averaged ten minute miles. Not the greatest run I've ever done, but at least I got out there and did it.