Before I'm 31

I ran six miles yesterday. Today I am sore from running for the first time since the marathon I think. Here is the simple breakdown of the run:

Mile 0-1: good
Miles 2-6: ugly

Yes, it skipped bad and went right on into ugly. My time was decent enough (1:04 (10:37 pace)), but I really think that is the bizarro time, as it felt like it lasted for 5 hours. And with most runs like that, when you finish up, you can think of how proud you are that you pushed through and did it. When I was done all I could think was how much I hated running. But this morning I am kind of proud of it.

I am supposed to go to Kettle Bells class tonight. This could be rough.