It's not that I particularly hate Wednesdays. It's more that I hate the thought of going to the track.
Note that I'm quite specific about this. I don't actually hate doing track work. I just hate thinking about it. But I went anyway.
Ran down to the track (conveniently located about half a mile from my apartment) Did another mile warm up and then 5x800m at an average of 7.10min/mile and it felt fairly manageable (in hindsight that is.) Another 400m cool down and then ran home.
And now I'm high as a kite and can't wait for next week. When I won't want to go again. Will have to come back here and read this to remind myself.