Ode to Garmin

Oh Garmin why did you lie to me on our run
I glanced down to see a mile split that would have been fun
the first mile came up a rather bit fast
Running quick like that is far in my past
on mile two you lied to me again
making shit up isn’t right I can’t be your friend
at mile three I was through in record time
what the fuck Garmin are you satellite blind?
if you ever get that out of whack
when you end up under a car tire I want to hear no flak
Be precise as you can possibly be
or I’ll fling your sorry ass into a tree
when we go run I want you to be spot on
with the mile markers otherwise you’ll find yourself pawned
So dear Garmin I still like you for now
My likeness is fickle though and oh quite how.

This Sucks Ass

I’m back in NC for a bit. Since I’m a bit on the chunky side for me, but still a slim MFer compared to most people, I was looking forward to getting in some miles around the Piedmont Environmental Center’s trail network. It’s my favorite place in the world to run. London, Brussels, Prague, Antwerp, Venia, Sydney, Melk, Auckland and several other little towns across Europe, while nice to run in, for some reason to me, just don’t quite match up. Maybe it’s the lack of people I see, maybe it’s the wildlife, maybe it’s because they remind me of a time long ago. What ever it is, whenever I’m back, I seem to head straight there first thing every morning to run.

Last time I was home, I didn’t get much running in, seems there were a few more things going on that required my attention. This time though, the first thing I packed in my bag were two pair of running shoes and four days of running clothes. Then I strapped on my Garmin watch and only then did I get dressed and pack the rest of my stuff.
I arrived Saturday evening, hung out with Dad, watch ECU take an early lead to #12 ranked South Carolina, only to forget how to play defense (again) and get outscored by a lot (again). Sigh, some things never change. Head to bed excited to run the next morning.

Sunday I wake up only to feel like crap. Sore throat, small fever. WTF? Really? Unf*cking believable. Maybe it will go away. Wake up today, Monday and guess what? Still feel like shit. In fact I woke up at 8am and by 9am, I had to go take a 90 minute nap. Talked about bummed out. I’ve got post nasal drip dripping on my parade. Totally sucks. On the optimistic side of view, I’m hoping that maybe Tuesday or at worst Wednesday I’ll be able to go log a few miles on the trails.