Two years ago, when Rowen was a little baby and I had just really started getting into running, the Nike + system was released. Being a bit of a gadget obsessed kinda person, I had to have it. It was great at first. I loved not having to drive my car along my running route to figure out how far I’d gone the day before. And I was over the moon the day Lance Armstrong came on over my i pod after a treadmill workout and congratulated me on my longest run ever. Thanks Lance, you made me feel like a superstar! But quickly , I started to notice that no matter how many times I calibrated the system, it was still off. And then not even a month after buying the thing, the battery died in the foot pod sensor. Booo Nike +!! So instead of buying a new one, I splurged, and bought myself a Garmin Forerunner 305.
It was love at first sight with the forerunner, which would from that moment on be referred to as “Coach Garmin”. Garmin told me when to go faster, when to go slower, exactly how many miles I had run, walked, or covered when I mowed the lawn (it’s 0.86 miles fyi). Garmin came to spin class with me and monitored my heart rate. Garmin also told me every time a sneaky race director made us run 13.46 miles instead of 13.1! I loved Coach Garmin.
I’ve been hard on myself getting back into shape after baby #2. OK, I’ve totally slacked on my training, because frankly, I am more exhausted than I ever imagined possible, even on those late nights with my very first newborn. People are always telling me how “awesome” i am to be running and racing with two little ones, but honestly I feel like a slacker, especially when many other running moms I know were back in tip top shape by this time. I just can’t seem to discipline myself yet. But instead of giving myself a break, I get mad at myself for not running long enough, far enough, or fast enough. It makes me dread running…those words burn my tounge as I say them (or in this case, fingers as I type them)
During every run I glance down at Garmin what feels like every 30 seconds. “How fast am I now? How far have I gone? How much further do I have to go?” 30 seconds later “How about now?” . And when I’m racing “well if I’ve gone this far, and I want to run a sub 24:00 5k, then I have to run at this pace for the other 2 miles…oh wait I slowed down, time to recalculate”. It’s mentally exhausting. I’m beginning to think Coach Garmin is currently more of a hindrance than a helper.
When did I become so obsessed with time and distance that I am forgetting to ENJOY running? Where did those days go when I’d say “hey I just ran for an hour. no idea how far or how fast, but darn it i feel FANTASTIC!” I miss that.
Sorry Coach, you are staying home today. One day, very soon, you will be a fantastic tool to help me reach my 3:40 marathon, but right now, I need to be alone, to remember why I love this sport. So, don’t wait up Mr. Garmin… I’m off to enjoy a run 🙂