Last week, I took a break from my watch.
Not my Garmin, not my Heart Rate Monitor.
Because I am the kind of runner who knows that if I had either of those things (the Garmin or the HRM), I would fixate on numbers and totally lose sight of the purpose running serves in my life.
I don’t care if you have one, I don’t care if you swear by it. This is my blissful, half-hearted stab at Saying No to technology and just living life as it comes.
Too much information for a perfectionist can be crippling.
In case, you were wondering, here is what Old Faithful looks like.
I’m not sure if it is a he or she, but I do know that it has crossed every finish line with me since I started running.
Yes, I’m Emotionally Attached. Someday it will go to live with the shoes I’ve saved.
Anyway, I was in the middle of transitioning to running outside full-time and I knew that the speed of my runs really didn’t matter, but re-conditioning my joints to take the impact of the pavement over the treadmill really did.
Matter, that is.
So I hit the start button and proceeded to ignore the situation.
As it turns out, not looking is not so bad.
In other news, I’m in the midst of a rather ferocious craving for beer.
What I’m really trying to say: If it was socially acceptable (and wouldn’t turn me into a non-functioning alcoholic), I would make beer my Preferred Meal. In a bottle. If you’re looking for a visual, think about a thoroughbred drinking a Guinness.
And yes, that means I just compared myself to Zenyatta. Who, for the record, is also A Fan of birthday cake. Did I mention she’s also into dancing?
I think if we met in real life, we’d probably be best friends.
Anyway, less on horses and more on beer. In the last week I have consumed/torn down/loved: Summit Maibock, Goose Island Sofie, New Glarus Fat Squirrel (2), New Glarus Moon Man, New Glarus Two Women, New Glarus Cherry Stout, Liftbridge Farmgirl Saison and a small mason jar full of some mystery-pilsner from Vine Park.
Who knows, who cares. It hit the spot.
I may as well enjoy it now, because we all know that the next step in this downward spiral is a deep, unabiding desire to snarf sugar. Oreos, buttercream frosting and frozen yogurt, I am coming for you.
What do you crave as you begin to up your mileage?
Do you ever take a break from the clock/Garmin/Heart Rate Monitor?