I don't know about the weather where you lovely folks are, but down here it was pretty miserable first thing, so when the sun finally put in an appearance I was feeling really pleased with myself for not having rushed out this morning and done my first run of 2018 in the rain.
My intention was to run the bridleway that loops the fields to the north and west of the river, and hopefully keep my feet dry(ish) as I don't think the trail shoes I wore yesterday will be dry any time soon!
I don't think the moon is full tonight, but it was pretty bright out, and I remembered to check that I'd started my Garmin soon after crossing over the bridge (because sometimes - as we all know - I forget, or I think I have but I haven't) so I was happily trotting along - nice and gently as befits a recovery run - enjoying the audiobook I was listening to, not a care in the world when I thought to check my Garmin again.
I hardly ever check my Garmin when I'm actually running!
It had lost satellites : ( so I had to tell it to find them again, while running along in the dark...
It duly found them and started tracking my route again BUT I now only had a vague idea of how long I'd been moving, based on the 'shape' of the story I was listening to, and no clue how far I'd come. Which would have been fine, if it wasn't for the fact that I was doing my usual trick of fitting in a run while on the way to fetch my eldest grandsprocket. Rather than risk being too late, I set off on the next track across the fields (hello wet feet!) to get me back to the river more quickly.
Best guess, I ran roughly 4k in something like 33 minutes, but I did not manage to run at 140+km/h 🤣
5k and future wet feet ponderings
Muddy 4K - Negative Splits ✅
Joyful 4k to end 2020 🏃🏼♀️🦌💫
