When did running and I unfriend each other?

So my legs were a bit more tired than I thought they would be after this weekend's long ride at Skyline and long run on the hills of Arlington.  During the warmup at bootcamp Monday morning, I was already flagging (and tried desperately not to show it!) and during my swim workout after bootcamp, I could feel how tight my back was with each flipturn.  I'm making an effort to take recovery seriously.  This means that I haven't biked to work once this week because my legs have felt kind of like lead blocks.  Last year I made the mistake of jumping back into bike commuting way too soon after Ironman (not that biking Skyline is as bad as Ironman on your body) and I just remember being miserable.  Anyway.  Ironman training, in all of its glory, has really arrived.  And you know what the scary thought is - it's going to be over in a blink of an eye.  Just over two months from now, I'll be up at Lake Placid getting ready to race.  Two months is nothing.  Taper is going to be here before I know it.  The next 6 weeks will have the bulk of the long workouts and then... ease into race mode.  I already have a weekend of training planned for Memorial Day weekend that I CANNOT wait for.  A 5K swim, no wetsuit (hate the wetsuit bite), and then I'll be living on my bike with a bunch of other fun girls as we tackle Skyline.  I'm ready for Memorial Day weekend to be here, and not just because it's a 3-day weekend.

So I've been thinking about my running lately.  And how I'm not exactly jumping off the bike in a triathlon completely eager to get going on the run.  Sadly, my T2 time is typically slower than my T1 time (even though I'm not exactly wrestling with a wetsuit in T2) mainly because I'm in no hurry to run.  I remember my first half Ironman four years ago being a rude awakening to the fact that a half marathon in a triathlon feels substantially worse than an open half marathon.  I don't think I've ever quite gotten over that shock.  And I think I can count on one hand, using less than 5 fingers, the number of times I've felt really, really awesome on the run.  This is especially strange because I came from a running background.  But I simply am not in love with running after I've already swam and already biked.  I'm more in love with the idea of sitting down and enjoying a nice cold beverage and a Chipotle burrito instead.  I think my issue is more of a mental block than a fitness block.  I need to fall in love with the run leg of triathlon.  I would say I need to fall in love with it again, but I don't think I was ever in love with it in the first place.

So, blogosphere.  Any tips?