My legs! My legs!

Last night's speed session could be best described as a mild disaster. When I do a speed session, my legs suddenly wake up and ask the question, 'hey, what's going on here, what are you doing to us?' They positively enjoy being on the road for 2 or more hours pounding away at a slow pace but come Wednesday, when I look at the treadmill and think, 'I will destroy you,' the legs just won't work. They ache as the pace increases into what I call a sprint (others might call it a non-sprint) and then they complain once I go into a recovery pace. I've always believed that running is 10% physical and 90% mental, and last night, my mentality was just not there. But alas, no pain, no gain and I shall power through those speed sessions...