The first thing that happened is that my keychain came apart. I've been wearing it on the belt that holds my phone. Just as I switched from walking to running I heard a clank and saw a flash, and my keys were everywhere. I hit the pause button on the watch and collected them, then set off again. Oops, forgot to unpause. That was the first of several tracking mistakes-- I kept hitting pause instead of the lap button, so a lot of the run was untracked. Oh well.
My left calf is still sore, and I'm not sure why. It hurt as soon as I started running. It's not bad, and I can run through it without problem, but it's annoying and puzzling.
Tonight I learned one of the joys of running in Oakland at midnight: you occasionally get to add unplanned sprints to the routine. As I was nearing my loft, I saw a sort of shady guy hanging out on the corner by a telephone pole. He was in black pants and was wearing a black coat with a hood pulled up over his head, and was directly in my path. It's not the sort of place where I would expect to see someone loitering, and I couldn't really make sense of what he was doing there. I decided that what I wanted to do was avoid him.
I crossed the street while I considered my options, and decided to hit the turbo button. VROOM! One dead run between where I was and my front door.
So, I have no idea how far/long I ran tonight, but that's OK. It was probably about in line with the last ones I've done, in terms of totals. In retrospect, I don't think creepy loiterer was a threat, but I'm still happy to have kept my distance.