I lose my beloved Garmin all of the time. Not really lose, but misplace. Most often it’s found in the bottom of a workout bag or behind the night table. My kitten Charley likes to swat it around to make the face light up.
I usually have a mild panic attack when I can’t find my beloved Garmin. I mean how can I run if I don’t know the mileage, my pace or my splits? What am I going to write down on my calendar?? How can I tell Brad I lost my very, very expensive toy and need to buy a new one??
When I completed the half marathon in early May, I again misplaced my beloved Garmin. Thankfully I was recovering from the race so it wasn’t a problem. Yet. The week went along and it was time to get my butt on the road again. With or without my beloved Garmin.
Surprisingly I enjoyed my runs that week. Well, to be truthful, I enjoyed that second week of running. The first week without my beloved Garmin pretty much sucked. I had not realized how much I depended on that green piece of plastic to tell me how my run went. The second week I started to get more comfortable running for the pure joy of running. I noted my time but didn’t let it rule whether I was having fun or not.
Well, my beloved Garmin has turned up. I’d love to say that I haven’t used it yet but I strapped that sucker on my wrist for my run the other day! I’m a work in progress, what can I say?
Now go run!