It was an early start, so running was the best way to get to the City from home. At 06:30 the bus service from the beaches is patchy at best. Maybe I didn't notice some buses pasing or maybe I only started paying attention later in the commute, but I am fairly sure I saw only 2 buses pass me on the run in. Both passed me on the Harbour Bridge, one was 'out of service' and the other wasn't from the beaches. So rather than wait 55min for a bus to maybe turn up I ran 55min and turned up at work.
Where I stayed for the next 10hours, successfully deploying stuff with colleagues, eating pizza and drinking coffee. The Garmin was looking somewhat light on juice. In fact it had warned me that the battery was low on the run in. I have pushed it a bit between charges, probably has something to with a colleague buying an iWatch and me ripping the piss out of him over its battery life - or rather lack of. Should have charged it last night. Nevermind, might be lucky. Wasn't.
It was dark when I left work for the standard trot home. I noticed on the run that the battery had died. I did wonder if the Vivoactive was smart enough to shut the screen down and still track me? Didn't know. Once home I uploaded today's miles to find it had crapped out 5.9km into my 11km run home. So today I manually claim to have run a further 5.1km to bring up the 11km commute home.
You know I ran it. You can trust me. I mean, would I lie to you?
That's a bloody awful song, it really is. I wish I was making my miles up so I could pop in something better.
But no, I am far too OCD to not run 20-22km pretty much every day of the month.
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