I thought it would be really entertaining to break down how I felt at each five-minute chunk of my tempo run. I tried, but it just ended up this:
Minutes 0-5: Oh, crap.
Minutes 5-10: Crappity crap crap crap.
Minutes 10-15: Oh, sweet mother of crap.
…and so on. All to achieve a whopping 10-minute-mile pace for 30 minutes.
My heels feel OK, but I am icing and rolling and massaging and stretching anyway. If my massage were today, I'm pretty sure the therapist could spend a productive hour working entirely on the kinks below my knees. Come to think of it, I might ask her to do that.
P.S. Running in newer shoes did make me feel springier. Time for new shoes already? Crap.