"We shall neither fail nor falter; we shall not weaken or tire...give us the tools and we will finish the job." ~ Winston Churchill

Spartan Shape-Up, Day 174:

It was time to get my Run on tonight, BlogLand. It was cold (damn, you VT!), but I suited up and got ready to run. I had three tiny requests:
1.) That the knee that's been tweaked would be okay.
2.) That my GPS would not crap itself with the cold and measure the new route.
3.) The Ice Patches of Death would be minimal.

..... ALMOST.

I set off at a moderate pace, for two reasons. One, it was cold. Two, I wanted to see how my knee was going to feel while running, early on. I figure if I went a little vigorous early on, I'd know (early on) whether I was going to be able to get far tonight. It was too cold out to be slowly limping home, 3 miles out. The knee did okay. It didn't hurt at all while running, so I took that as a good sign.
So far, 1 out of 3 requests, granted.

THEN, we get to talk about the damn GPS. No. It did not track my route. It tried to tell me that in 46 minutes, I ran 1 mile. WTF GPS. For REAL?! Apparently, the lower-back pocket of my reflective vest is not a warm enough pocket for the electronics, to prevent cold-freak-outs. That's twice now. GRR. I admit, I get agitated when my WOD's/runs are not accurately trackable. A lot of my success can be credited to being able to seeing how far I've come. This GPS thing screws with that a bit. GRRR. I must investigate this. We're still at a 1 out of 3 success rate.

As far as Ice Patches go, the route was manageable. I did find myself running in the street through some back neighborhoods, as they were clear, where the sidewalks were not. I was not taking any chances about falling on my face. It was a lovely full moon, though, and made for a nice, night run (8pm start time.). So, I guess this one gets a half point. 1.5 out of 3 wishes for the evening isn't TOO bad.

So, I think the run looked like this:
Time: 46:32
Distance:... well, it was at least 4 miles.
Average Pace:... You'd have to have a GPS that was accurately calculating your distance to know this... argh. Somewhere in the neighborhood of 11 min/miles, I'm guessing.

And there we have it. Nothing fancy this evening.

However, I will say, tomorrow may be ugly. My legs are feeling a little ouchy. The knee feels tired, and my hamstrings are angry (hello, yesterday's planks and deadlifts! Nice of you to remind me!). But tomorrow is Crossfit, and it looks like a manageable workout on tap...
SO... to bed I go (I really have to get the bedtimes back in order.).

Over and out, Blogland! Until tomorrow.....