Worried all weekend about today's three none-stop-minutes, my clever stratergy: Go a bit slower!
The first three minutes went well, happily jogging along at planned super-slow-mo speed. Managed to go almost nowhere. Brilliant work.
Second half. What happened? Still slow, yes. Yet some how, now time itself mysteriously slower too!? Minutes now hours etc. Space-time stretching and distorting before my very feet? I recall, towards the end of the last three so called 'minutes', almost crawling, painfully slowly - a 1 frame per second panting agony - on all fours? (which would explain the muddy knees and hands) I'd surely been out for hours? Yet strangely some how transported back to just 30 minutes after I set off. Call Prof.Brian Cox! I've discovered some kind of space-time distortion field by a reservoir in calderdale. And I just jogged through it. Slowly.