Last night my 4.5 mile easy run turned in to 5 miles.
First, my Garmin took forever to find a signal.
I didn't want to pre-map out a route. I wanted to freeball the whole thing. So, I waited for the signal.
Cooper watched sadly out the window, wondering why I wasn't walking him (I ran with him for the last 1.5 miles of my run, don't worry).
I took a picture of my butt for old time's sake.
I spent a stupid amount of time just staring at the watch, thankful I was standing in front of my house, and not on some running trail. Nothing is worse that standing on some running trail waiting for your stupid watch to pick up its stupid signal. This is why people run without this stuff.
Is this thing broken?
I tried to take a picture of tapping my foot, but for some reason that doesn't show up on camera.
Finally, it picked up a signal. Awesome. I was off. I ventured toward a local high school to scope out track access. There was none. Boo.
And then, 1.5 miles in to my run, my Garmin's battery died.
I hadn't been running in a straight line, but I did some mental math and figured out a route that would likely not short change me on distance and would still allow me to swing by my house and grab my dog.
I ended up, once I sat down and mapped it out afterward, hitting 5 miles. But they were nice, easy miles. The weather was perfect. My legs felt fine. Easy.
I learned a valuable lesson, though. I had been told I should keep my Garmin plugged in all the time, but I got lazy and stopped doing it. And the battery died midrun. I deserved that.
Tonight is quality time with my trainer, and tomorrow I'm doing track sprints. Well, I assume I'm doing track sprints. I haven't quite found a track I can use without breaking a few laws. We'll see how that goes.