I suppose bad days have to happen. I’d planned a 13km slow run and was just setting out when I was informed I had to take my daughter to her friend’s house. Okay, I’ll run a shorter distance. Unfortunately that part of the run is the hardest – as a circular route it defies geography by being uphill all the way. The long easy stretch was the second half of the plan that never happened.

My Garmin chose to be part of the action by failing to find enough satellites. They’re still up there, in pretty much the same place, relativistic physics notwithstanding, but Garmin was having none of it so I ran ‘naked’ – at least that’s how it felt after being a slave to the technology for rather less time than you would imagine it would take for assimilation to occur. I am Borg. Halfway through the run (after first asking me if I was inside, hundreds of miles away or travelling in time – there’s that relativity again) Garmin chimed to inform me that I’d just started. Thanks.

It was a hurty, clompy run and I had to walk a couple of times to get my breath back and rest my legs, but I know it’s doing me good, my heartrate chart looks like a Himalayan panorama so it must be.

If I can wake up in time and walk when I do so I may try a Parkrun tomorrow. 5km sounds like an easy option these days.