I slept in this morning and missed my chance to go surfing, so I decided on a short, sharp 6km run on the beach instead. I took off at a good pace and felt like I was flying along. I was considering how good those numbers were going to look on strava when the karma bus ran me over in spectacular fashion - my GPS watch decided to b0rk the data for the run. With this in mind, I made it out to my turnaround point and decided to run home at any old pace, which slowly turned into a gentle, uncaring lope. Truth be told, I felt quite flat, probably due to my basketball game from last night, and my injuries from the karma bus.