So a few weeks ago as I was slowly making my way around the dock Lina and I were talking and trying to figure out just how big Greenland Dock is. Suffice it to say the information was not easily available on Google and so, after a little bit of digging I found the measurements of the dock in meters, did a quick bit of addition and found out that to walk the full perimeter was about a mile. So walking three times around would add up to about a 5K and that seemed about right, particularly as the few times I’ve now made it fully around the dock (more on that adventure here) I’ve wanted to lay down and die. So one mile equals a desire for death. That sounds about right.
Lina had been annoying me for weeks to start using an app called Strava on my walks. Like so many walking/running/biking apps out there it tracks your distance and speed using GPS. It wasn’t so much as I didn’t want to download the app as I was just lazy really. Once around the dock is a mile, it takes me about an hour to get around the dock, I mean really, who needs a math problem to sort that one out?
How wrong I was when, come to find out, IT’S 1.7 MILES AROUND THE PERIMETER OF THE DOCK NOT 1 MILE!
I swear I wasn’t terrible at maths in school, it was actually my best subject which is something I now find quite scary. Don’t ask me how I added or worked out that it was a mile… it worked out fine in my head!
So this changes everything. All of the sudden a 5K isn’t three times around the dock, it’s twice around, and a much more manageable goal to meet by the end of the summer. All my timings are totally wrong and well, let’s be honest, the goal posts have completely changed. So next week I’ll have to rework my dreams not to be more realistic, but for once, giving them permission to get bigger.
Because it’s a brave new world out there, especially on the days you figure out you can’t do maths!