Okay, I can't really complain about the sky, because my new wristband GPS seems to work just fine. But, I had talked myself into believing that The Standard Loop that I was running was 6 miles, and maybe even 6.2 miles, meaning I was doing my own private 10K each time I ran it. According to the GPS though, it's only 5.8 miles. The GPS also punctured any delusions I might have been harboring about my running pace, although that is harder to pin down exactly because of the stops and starts necessitated by the various stoplights on my route.
Exactly how I will continue with the delusion that I am adequately preparing for a half marathon (13.1 miles) in 24 days by running 5.8 miles is beyond me. Especially when, for a variety of reasons, I took three out of the last four days off running. (The only one of those days I'm not going to apologize for is Saturday, when it was snowing here, and a catastrophic laundry failure left me without anything dry to wear on my head.)
Anyway, I was just musing today in my office about how remarkable it is that there are people out there who are so naive about the way that numbers get produced in the world that they could utter something like "numbers don't lie" (or, even more incredibly, "statistics don't lie") with no sense of irony. Numbers that come from a gizmo on your wrist that is linked to satellites in the sky, on the other hand--those numbers do confront a person with the chilly obduracy of truth.