I fought a bug and my brain all last week, and in spite of awesome intentions, I could not hit the pavement even once.
That was last week, this is this week. I won't dwell on the past.
Today I fought with myself for 30 minutes to get out of bed, forgot my ipod and my HR monitor, didn't drink anything before leaving (and it's warm - 12C this morning), but even though my run was uncomfortable, it is done. Not quite the 5K it should have been, but close, and better than 0K.