In a nearly unprecedented event, when I decided to go for a run this morning I felt really good about the prospect. This was new ground for me, but I decided to roll with it. I stretched out, warmed up, and resolved to pour it on and see what I could do to break my personal records for one of my routes.
I continued to feel good the entire way. My calves grumbled a bit, but my knee didn’t complain at all. It was a beautiful morning, and I hauled some ass.
When I got back home, sweaty and satisfied, I checked RunKeeper to see how I did.
It said I had a grand speed of 0.00 mph for most of my run.
WTF? On the best run I’ve had in a year is when the app decides to crap out on me? I have no idea how I did, and I have no stats to post to Twitter, Facebook, or this blog!
All I was left with was a strong run on a gorgeous morning through tree-lined streets as the sun came up and the birds were singing.
Barbaric, really.