This week, I ran naked for the first time in a long time. But no, sadly I don’t mean naked naked, but rather without any technology at all.
I’d known for a while that my obsession with my Garmin was getting a little out of hand. The other night for instance, when I plugged it in to sync my (really strong pace) run, it deleted all my data. And I was more pissed than I’d like to admit.
But last night when I went to run with my club, I’d been out and about all day at various meetings and interviews. I’d only just remembered to stuff some running kit in my bag and, obviously, forgot my Garmin.
And before I knew it, the run was over! It didn’t hurt, I didn’t run it to pace, and I finished strong- not the breathless, swearing mess I usually am at the end of my Tuesday runs. (Then we all went to the brewery for a drink- who says runners don’t know how to have fun?)
It was nice to run without technology and made me really appreciate the act of running for what it is. I was also running without a heart rate monitor, meaning I had no idea of the calorie burn, and I’d have to very literally trust my gut and eat intuitively.
Here’s to the small wins!
Lots of love,