Writing and running in Austin, TX.
As promised, what follows is the remainder of my Garmin saga, for now… (Yes, I do mean that in a threatening manner. I always enjoy threatening inanimate objects. Also drivers in other cars when my windows are up so they can’t hear me.)
Just to reiterate, I am not in any way a representative of Garmin. I’m just angling for some swag 😉
I just really like making fun of inanimate objects. It’s like threatening them. They don’t talk back, and then I feel powerful. (Back off, coffee table! I’ll mess you up!!!)
In case you don’t remember, here’s what Garmie the First looked like:
|In one of his rare moments of glory, showing off my marathon PR.|
Yeah, we had our issues, but we worked through them. We moved to Europe and back together. We discovered that 9:00-minute miles weren’t just a theoretical possibility. He beeped, I cursed, but we more or less got along.
Then, one day, Garmin abandoned me. I think it was the Schlotzsky’s Bun Run 5K. I’m not sure if he was ashamed of my missed PR or if I just referred to his coloring as “a sort of vomit-like green” one too many times, but he decided — I think — to live out the rest of his days on the lawn of the Long Center in downtown Austin. Who knows, maybe he just didn’t want his name associated with a race called “the Bun Run”.
In any event, I mourned his departure fully, going through all 5 of the stages of grief:
And what did I do? After all my trials and tribulations with Garmie the First? Did I move on to an Ironman-branded Timex, with its “I am a super-athelete” connotation? Support local business with an über-hip Soleus?
Like the girl who just can’t give up on her lost relationship, I hooked up with another Garmin. Old Garmie’s hotter younger brother, to be precise. (Am I taking this metaphor too far? Is it getting weird?)
I bought the Forerunner 210 — this time in a sleek black. (Which is still not as cool as the white and pink one, Garmin peeps! Oh wait, there still aren’t any Garmin peeps reading this? Right…)
And guess what…I love him. Love. He’s smaller, lighter, and doesn’t have that annoying bezel that loses all sensitivity as soon as you start to sweat. And I swear he can even acquire a satellite twice as fast as old Garmie. (Ah, the advantages of youth.)
So folks, here he is. In all his button-based-configuration glory…
|Okay, so he is currently drained of power AND hanging off the compost bucket, but I’ve been injured. I had to take my anger out on something (inanimate)…|