Up the Down Escalator
After I sing the praises of my trusty Garmin Forerunner, the thing craps out on me! I must say, however, that Garmin is extremely accomodating with their product as they've provided superior customer service with replacing the unit.
Nonetheless, I've been running on without it guessing my distance based upon time and the recorded distance of familiar routes.
Last night I completed what I think to be a 9 mile run in a virtual downpour. I wouldn't have had to run in the rain if I didn't chicken out on Wednesday night so I could catch more of the Carolina/Georgia Tech basketball game. At first I was kicking myself as my clothes grew more saturated and my shoes became completely waterlogged with each step. In the end I reconciled myself to the task, thinking that 1. this challenge can only make me stronger and 2. the upcoming marathon might be a downpour too, so this run is good preparation.
I encountered the most strange sensation running up hills as the water cascaded down towards me on the shoulder of the road. There were moments when I felt as though I wasn't even moving or as though I was running up a down escalator, not making up much ground.
Interestingly enough, as I exited the train on my way home from work earlier in the day I watched a foolish man, frustrated by a convenient stairwell closed for repairs, attempt to go down the up escalator. My husband and I did this one time as we left a rather large event. We both made it down unscathed, but the event was quite possibly one of the stupidest things I ever done in my adult life. The man last night at the station was not so lucky. I could see the glimmer of daredevilishness in his eyes as he backed up to get a running start. He made a few of the moving steps before the mechanical conveyor flung backwards in swift motion. He popped back up again; I could not continue to watch him struggle and kept moving to the safe sane exit.
Nonetheless, I've been running on without it guessing my distance based upon time and the recorded distance of familiar routes.
Last night I completed what I think to be a 9 mile run in a virtual downpour. I wouldn't have had to run in the rain if I didn't chicken out on Wednesday night so I could catch more of the Carolina/Georgia Tech basketball game. At first I was kicking myself as my clothes grew more saturated and my shoes became completely waterlogged with each step. In the end I reconciled myself to the task, thinking that 1. this challenge can only make me stronger and 2. the upcoming marathon might be a downpour too, so this run is good preparation.
I encountered the most strange sensation running up hills as the water cascaded down towards me on the shoulder of the road. There were moments when I felt as though I wasn't even moving or as though I was running up a down escalator, not making up much ground.
Interestingly enough, as I exited the train on my way home from work earlier in the day I watched a foolish man, frustrated by a convenient stairwell closed for repairs, attempt to go down the up escalator. My husband and I did this one time as we left a rather large event. We both made it down unscathed, but the event was quite possibly one of the stupidest things I ever done in my adult life. The man last night at the station was not so lucky. I could see the glimmer of daredevilishness in his eyes as he backed up to get a running start. He made a few of the moving steps before the mechanical conveyor flung backwards in swift motion. He popped back up again; I could not continue to watch him struggle and kept moving to the safe sane exit.
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