Click, click, CLICK CLICK CLICK

Alrighty. Back to the grind.

My burlesque class this morning was cancelled, so I decided a Saturday morning run was on the cards. I’ve always found it easier to run on Saturdays than Sundays, as evidenced by not having done a long run in weeks and weeks and weeks.

I tried to keep my pace down and my heart rate manageable, but my garmin died after about a kilometre so after that I don’t know how fast I was running.

I don’t know why the garmin died. It was on the charge until about five minutes before I went out running, and has been sitting on the charge for quite a while. Maybe the charge bleeds if it’s sitting there on full battery for too long? I don’t know. Hope I haven’t killed the poor thing.

I made it to about twelve kilometres before my right hip started hurting like a bitch and I had to stop and walk. Then, this little piggy went click click click click all the way home.

Less than two months until the City 2 Surf!

Who's a naughty girl, then?

I have no excuses. At this point, I haven’t run a whole lot in the last couple of weeks.

I’ll do better.

I ran home from work today. It’s the first time I’ve done that in quite a while. It was dark, and everything. Next time, flashy light and headlamp will have to be part of my outfit, methinks.