Thursday night O&B 2 or what the hell?

When I got home from work I was totalled, not interested in running one bit. I had every possible excuse of why I shouldn't put it off till tomorrow. Man, it was 20 minutes of self brutality. I took forever to get my shoes on cause maybe if I took long enough I wouldn't make it and skip today. What a load of BS. The weather today is the nicest day in November possibly ever. 12C and clear, no wind, like perfect. So once I finally got laced up and out the door, I took off like a shot and ran focused and determined (possibly angry at myself for being so retarded) the whole way. I hit 9km at 45 minutes so I knew it was going to be a good one. I knew I was running well but had no idea that I was running that well until I got closer to home then realized that I was several minutes ahead of where I was last week. So I just pressed on till my 90 minutes was done. I felt super good once I was done. The was probably the most important run so far because of the beginning, if I hadn't beaten back the meanies, I would be sitting here now wishing that I had run and it would be too late. Then the bad feelings would start and the mountain of shit would begin to grow. Screw you meanies. I win this round.

18.5 km, 1:31:29, 4:57 pace
Sleep: 7 hr, 8/10
Legs: 7/10 (calf still very sore)