wrist up to the streetlights, desperately trying to track my pace. Then there are no more streetlights.Approaching the first drinks station I see volunteers handing out bags of fluid, rather than cups or bottles. I'm not thirsty, but I am intrigued. I
the backlight on my Garmin (if indeed it even has a backlight – I still don't know). Instead I'm running along holding my wrist up to the streetlights, desperately trying to track my pace. Then there are no more streetlights. Approaching the first drinks
