I ran 10k without my Garmin last night.
You can hug me now, or just provide words of support – whichever you prefer.
It wasn’t until the halfway point that I even realised (how did that even happen? I usually check it obsessively every 30 seconds or so!).
Disbelief and sad feelings ensued, let me tell you. I finished the run, but it just wasn’t the same.
You can then imagine the sweet relief when I awoke several hours later to discover it was a very real nightmare, you guys! just a dream.
Just a dream. (*repeats and rocks back and forward*)
It was awful. Imagine if I hadn’t just forgotten it, but that it (gasp) died!
I would definitely need something like this (please take notes – this subject is overly dramatic, I know very important):
In any case, it was just a dream (but thank you for the hug – I feel much better now).
It may also have been an indication that I love and rely on my Garmin just a little too much.
Like a heads-up from my subconscious that it might be verging on ridiculous.
Subconscious: You can go for a run without it, you know? Other people manage just fine.
More sympathy cards for runners available at Runner’s World: