Dead legs

Sunday was one of those runs that starts out bad and gets worse. From the beginning I felt slow and though I didn't slow down that much I never really warmed up. It was a 16.75 mile crawl. I took me 3:45 an incredibly slow time. The only reason I admit to it in public is that hopefully months from now I will be able to look back on it and laugh. I have lots of excuses, general fatigue, hills and humidity, but in reality it was a very painful, unpleasant run full of unmentionable chafing so I will spare my readers the gory details. At least I did it and am ahead of 70 mile pace for the week.
Monday I felt surpprisingly good. My legs weren't as tired as I thought they would be. It was a easy day of 3 and 4 miles.
Tuesday I did an easy 4 in the morning but in the afternoon I tried to do speedwork. When I started my warmup I was totally deadlegged. I crawled about half a mile and then started walking. I haven't felt that bad in a long time. I walked home and called it a day.