Love/hate relationship

I have a love/hate relationship with running. Some days I feel like I can run forever and ever. Everything is in sync and it feels great to push myself along. I get lost in the zone and it's effortless. Then there's times like this week where I struggle to even get out the door. The first mile is torture, and by the second mile I am ready to admit defeat. My knees hurt, my hip hurts, mu breathing is labored and I feel like I am dragging my legs along. On the up side, I have a race tomorrow and I'm hoping for a miracle so I can beat my 5K PR of 29:28. Some people are big into racing and sometimes I get swept up in the hype and sign up. But as race day gets closer, I realize that I don't enjoy most of the aspects of racing, but yet I keep going back to it! Glutton for punishment? Maybe. It's Saturday, normally a heavy workout day for me, but with the race tomorrow I am taking a rest day. Rest day, seems like an easy thing to do, but when you are disciplined in a routine, it almost seems like torture.
Time to go pick up my race packet for tomorrow.