Woke at 0520, decided to have lie in and woke again at 0730. Not really sure that I wanted to run today, besides our welsh dresser being delivered this AM. Heck I want to run, text the secondhand furniture guy to ask what time delivery will be. After 10:00, right get changed, drive down to office because I left my mobile phone arm pouch down there. Start out and decide to alter route and walked up on to the Towans, and discovered Hayle cricket club. What an amazing view they have! Bixby starts saying "Bluetooth turned off" then "Wi-Fi already switched on" I realise that my new key ring is interfering with the screen. Its alright I'll keep walking and sort it out. When Jo comes on I can barely hear her, but start running anyway. Get through first 5 min run comfortably, about 2mins into the 8min run the phone volume switches to zero, "For F's sake this F-ing phone" I shout rather too loudly. 20 secs later an 70 something lady dog walker gives me a knowing, wry smile as our paths cross. I have the phone in my hand now, having to turn the volume back up every 15 seconds of so. When Jo comes on at 4 minutes I am aghast that I have another 4 minutes of this torture to endure. My legs way 20 tonnes each, but I push on. When Jo says I can walk I switch my phone off & switch it back on, fast forward back to where I left off, + 3 minutes and start the last 5 minute run. Bloody hell I could just give up and repeat this whole session! Nah, push on mate you will do this! So I did and blow me I did an' all.
When I got back I realised that with all the faff at the start that I hadn't started my watch, but was pleased to see that it had auto started. 4.67Km in 36m, so I was probably running a bit too fast and that is why I felt so pooped.