I woke up this morning feeling off but obviously I still went to run. About a mile in I knew something wasn't right and could feel that my body was off. It was as if I was moving cinder blocks instead of my normal run cadence. Around mile 2 I stopped and stretched out hoping that would help, it helped for a little bit but then back to terrible. Around mile 3 we had to pick it up, I couldn't, it was terrible...I tried to pick up the pace but my legs barely moved. I called it at mile 3.5 and turned around...the other 3 continued on with there run. I knew that at this point my body couldn't do the run today and I had to listen. It isn't weakness to throw in the towel from time to time, if anything it is crucial to listen to your body, I am not mad at myself for not doing the 16 miler today because I knew that my BODY could not handle it TODAY. As my coach said I live to fight another day. All runs aren't perfect and if they all were you wouldn't know what a perfect run really was; you have to have the bad runs to appreciate the good ones.