So this morning I didn’t have time for a long run as I had been asked to look after our grandson for a couple of hours. Didn’t need asking twice! 💙💙 Instead I plumped for a hilly 5k, and where better to do that than Ashton Court. I could simply run the PR route and take Flossie off the lead 🐕, killing two birds with one stone. Sorted. 😀
It felt great today. I felt strong. The hill was still hard work - heck it’s 2.5k of varying degrees of “up”, but my breathing was in control and my legs seemed happy enough to carry me up. At the turn I lengthened my stride just a little bit and it felt awesome. It felt so wonderful gliding back down, virtually effortlessly. (Still slower than some of the PR gazelles run UP, I hasten to add 🙄😅).
I glanced at my watch. What the? The battery had run out. I knew it was low, but I gambled and figured it only had to last for 5k. I guess not. 😠
Anyway, I completed my 5k, even managing a speedy sprint at the end. 🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️
But I have zero record of it. No idea what time I ran, and I’m sure it was good - for me. No stats to analyse. Nothing. It’s like it never happened. 😩
Anyone else get that totally unjustifiable feeling of disappointment when tech fails? Hope it’s not just me!
You guys believe me don’t you? 🤞🤞🤞