Hedge fun

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A leaf on my balcony this afternoon - Santos, Brazil

15 km 

1:14:26 / 4:57 pace 

Midnight cycle lane, 21C, light rain


I often wondered how my GPS watch would file a run started at - say - 11 PM and finished after midnight. Would it be filed on the starting day, or the finished day? I found out tonight - it's the starting day that counts. This is a relief, as far as my running streak is concerned. It's been threatened a lot recently by the rain and today I tried several times to get out but couldn't get going until just after 11 PM because that was the first time the rain called a truce when I had a chance to run. 

I tried a slightly different configuration on this outing but it was nevertheless run almost entirely on the cycle lane, with the one kilometer exception of a run along what I recently learned is called a marine outfall. It's funny because it's a tourist trap in Santos, serving the same kind of purpose as a pier in England in that respect, but the truth is that a marine outfall is a pipeline that pumps effluent out into the sea. I see it very differently since I found that out. 

The cycle lane is very quiet at midnight and there was no conflict on this run. I wasn't sure what my target was as I set out. I had no idea if the dreadful rain we have been lashed by for four days now was going to worsen, for a start. As the run went on and the rain stayed light I decided at about the seven kilometer mark to go for fifteen kilometers. At that point I was feeling fine and it seemed a good idea to get in a few more kilometers under such conditions. There will be worse days, and this was a way to hedge against them. 







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