The Day The Garmin Died

It happened a couple of weeks ago. By way of context, I am on instructions to run "sensibly" and listen to my body. I get it. I'm injured, and at some point I will reconcile this and blog about my experiences, patience and lack thereof. Later. But a horrific event happened. On my few recent runs, I have been going long and slow. Walking, listening to my body (which for the record says: GO!), taking pathways and trails. And not planning any runs, just going with the flow. I'm a saint. But karma was on to me. It was raining, I wanted to run, so I decided to do a short blowout - test the sea legs as it were. One of my favourite short run strategies to put some speed into my legs and have some fun goes like this: warm up, then alternate KM intervals - one at approximately 5K race pace, the other at "Hell Bent" pace. Right, as fast as I possibly can. But I was being sensible - so I took my run indoors to a track. Smart right? Remember karma. I do my warm up laps and press the magic button on my trusty Garmin watch. The comforting beep told me that the first kilometer was ahead to I stretched out my excited legs and hit the effort that felt right for 5K pace. It felt sublime. Freedom!!! Unless I am shooting for a specific time (I was into effort more this day - sensible, remember?) I try not to look at my watch. For workouts like this, stats aren't necessary. Beep. 1 KM done. GO. LIKE. STINK. LEGS!!! and they went. Pumping out, stride skimming the grounds, breath in perfect rhythm with movement. I kinda felt, actually I didn't feel anything other than movement and effort. My happy place. Beep! Aahhhh time to gear down. Find that other effort level. Keep strong and powerful, but in control of breath and body. And, well, I should check my watch. That last interval was the bomb. Felt superhuman. I could sneak a little look at interval time. Just a peek? Whaaaa? Stopping dead in the middle of the track, as though shot. No. Really? I so have no presumption that I am a fast runner, but after running so hard my veins were bulging and tracks had been worn into lane #4, I felt that the numbers on the watch were a little off. I stood in the middle of the track looking something like this...

Yes. My trusty Garmin had failed me. I know this because I tried and tested and stopped and started and cursed and shook it and yelled and moaned and cried.It was not working properly. I am very proud of my fellow exercisers that they had the self control to not call 911. It wasn't pretty and I ended up like this:

So here's the inspiring part about the whole run. I picked myself up, ran and enjoyed it, felt beautiful bliss and joy, achieved my fun run and all was well. Nope. I sulked off the track, pulled off my running shoes and slammed my poor Garmin watch into my gym bag with an intensity that I generally reserved for my efforts on a run or for warding off my husband on a Friday night. Screw you wonky GPS! Until the next day, when we tried again and enjoyed some quality time kissing and making up, and hitting the trails in perfect harmony. Right on time.

Smile!

My hubby is a cyclist. As such, he is certain that he is superior in every way to all of us who squander our lives on the bare earth. Run? Why would anyone do that when they can ride? Why travel 10K on your feet, when you can cover 2-3x as far in the same time on a bike? Why, why, why? He considers running a subpar form of physical activity reserved for the culturally unrefined, and superbly grumpy people of the world. Why grumpy? Because, it turns out, cyclists like to have a snicker at runners when they pass. "Was that runner having fun??" "Nope, not smiling" Running MUST make people miserable because ALL runners are frowny, sweaty, grimacing, well, you get the picture. So I make sure to grin and wave at EVERY cyclist who passes me. So there. I do not smile at every point in my runs. But I like to think I wear a pleasant expression throughout. Running is one of my greatest pleasures, and as such, catching myself with a slight grin when I turn the corner and see the sun rising over the local country roads is not rare for me. I have been know to grin, cheshire cat-like, at some delightful sight on my route, or skip a little and laugh when my Garmin watch tells me I'm WAY ahead of pace on a tempo run and I'm still feeling great. I try my best to enjoy all the sensations of a run, and to not let the pains, aches, struggles and tribulations that can come into every run, become the run itself. For me, the experience and the accomplishment are a sum greater than the smaller parts, the joys and agonies alike. And as such, I make sure to allow the realities of the bigger take over my body. And smile, if only a little. My favourite running picture is taken in the Mexican desert, of Ultra Marathoner Scott Jurek and Tarahumara runner Arnulfo Quinara.

They are nearing the END of a 50KM Ultramarathon in the scorching heat of Mexico. They are smiling. Not obviously grinning, just with an expression of quiet joy. Wish my hubby and his cycling club could see them.

Magical Moments

I am going to take a moment to wax poetic about running and the effect it has had on my life. The above quote, by Kara Goucher (US Olympic team runner, amazing athlete),pretty much sums it up for me. Time on the road or trail, is simply a reminder of how blessed I am,coupled with the quiet opportunity to reflect fully on this, take it in, and to wear it proudly for the rest of the day. I have found myself out running, feeling taller, stronger, smiling wider and turning my face upwards to the sun, simply because of the joy I feel inside and the pure gratitude for the opportunity I have been given. Running for me is a chance to be me, at my most me-like. Free of judgement, cleared of stresses and away from insecurities, I can be my highest self, in tune with every sensation in my body like no other time. It is an intimate opportunity for me to celebrate my body and engage in a conversation that enlightens and forms a healthier and more aware relationship with it's most minute subtleties. Lacing up my runners is the beginning of the meditation, and one last glance towards the heavens is the amen that ends the experience. And everything else in between is pure joy, outrageous fun, and sweet, sweet freedom. How has running opened up your life to magical moments? Please share below or message me. I would love to feature other people's experiences with running!

A Little Bit About Me and Running

So, this blog is an attempt to stop boring my poor husband and friends with tales of my running escapades. As much as they love me, I am certain that "split times" "LSD's" and "black toes" are among their least favourite topics. I am simply going to save them the effort of pasting on an interested smile and doing the "smile and nod". I am a Mum of two, wife of an avid cyclist (yes, he makes fun of me for running- more on that in later posts), a fitness professional and most importantly of course, a runner! Kinda excited to admit that publicly. I am at a point in my running life that is easy. It's easy to motivate myself to throw on a pair of runners and hit the road. It's easy to be inside my head and enjoy the space. It's easy to realise a comraderie with other runners, whether they are beside me or across the street. Most of all, it's easy to SEE, to notice the world around me. Running is a trip around my little world that affords me the chance to see all of it's beauty in minutiae. From the great caterpillar rescue to running beside a pair of deer, my eyes are open and I see it all. Running hasn't always come to me this way (but more on that later) and please don't get the impression that every run is roses and without struggle or broken toenails. But it's always worth the effort. So I want to create a space to share thoughts, stories, personal bests (or worsts!) injuries, recoveries, gear reviews, book recommendations, race reviews and more. Always looking for running stories, so please share yours! Hope that my running ramblings help inspire you to keep running, or maybe to start out the front door. Run Free!