When I headed out, I was on pace; by 2 miles in I realized I was slowing down, and by 3 my shins were aching again. By mile 4, my left foot had some weird little pains poking at the arch.
I was still over a mile from home, though. I pointed myself in that direction and kept going, saying a few choice words when my Camelback was suddenly empty and when I started to limp a bit.
Yes, I stretch.
In the end, it took me two hours to go 5.68 miles. Not terrific by any stretch of the imagination, but at least I didn't freeze up right there in the middle of Lincoln Street.
Lots of traffic today.
That would have been inconvenient.