So, having dropped elder son off at Beavers, I took advantage of the time to get in a hill run. Did a warm up run which was gruesome and rather hard going, but I have taken to not taking any notice of how I feel for the first mile or two of a run as it often has no bearing on how the rest of the run will go. And so it was today. Attacked the first hill with vim and vigour and found my stride. So much so that I decided to carry on and fill the hour I had at my disposal. And it was good. My pace seemed to pick up with every passing kilometre without much in the way of conscious effort on my part. I felt really good. As I was heading back up the bypass I realised I was going to do 10k and a PB as well. I had averaged just under 6min/km, which, given that I had done 135m of vertical gain in the first few km, was pretty good going for me.
Then... at 47 mins, 8.43km, disaster struck.
BLEEPBLEEPBLEEPBLEEPBLEEPBLEEP went the Garmin and switched off, its energy spent just as mine was peaking. I said something which is best rendered here as BLEEP BLEEP BLEEPING GARMIN BLEEP as well.
It sounds ridiculous I know, but it totally took the shine off my run. I got a rough overall time by the clock in the car when I got back to the Scout Hut. Under an hour for definite but 57? 55? No idea. The sweet taste of victory turns to ashes in the mouth.
All these kilometre splits will be lost in time... like tears... in rain. To slightly paraphrase Roy Batty at the end of Blade Runner.
(NB all of this is clearly entirely the fault of the Garmin, and in no way my own fault for not charging it more frequently.)