7.1 miles and I actually ran the whole way. Regardless of the fact that I shouldn't have any trouble with a 7 miler, and a few weeks ago I ran 21 with little trouble, I consider it a good run. But I've been having a rough time, and it was very warm this evening, so I say "Good for me."
After just a few days, a few bad runs, the mental barriers begin to return. Each mile feels like a milestone. Whereas a couple of weeks ago, those miles would have passed without notice, a drop in the bucket, as I chase some weekly mileage total.
All this week has been difficult, where my legs would feel like rubber after 1.5 miles, and I'd have to start walking shortly after that. I'm sure it was because I was getting over a chest cold, but my symptoms were very light, and my poor running was practically the only sign of illness. But it was lingering, and I actually considered going to see a doctor about it. And I'm a guy! I don't go to the doctor unless I need something sewn back on. I guess I'm really growing up.