Garminia had an off day today. I guess we all do from time to time. I can’t say that I blame her; it was totally my fault. I was late out the door for my lunchtime run due to an impromptu meeting just as I was preparing to take off. I always like to insure that I am back before the cafeteria closes so that I can get my salad fixings to top off the JC meal. So, feeling rushed, I decided to take a chance and begin the run without giving Garminia time to prepare.
Apparently, my ritual of putting her on the post while I put on my shoes and do a couple of quick stretches is something she counts on. Apparently, she needs this time to get ready for whatever type of run I decide. Instead, I bounded out the door with my shoes already on, turned her on, chose the Yasso 800s from the advanced workout menu, and pressed start.
I didn’t hear her screaming, “Wait” but apparently she was screaming. By the time we crested the hill, I noticed that she still wasn’t keeping the pace. I had nothing by the time she is usually signaling me that I’ve gone a mile. So, I hit the lap button and began the first of four 1/2 mile repeats.
I was moving fast. I had no idea how fast because Garminia still wasn’t happy. She didn’t signal the recovery interval. She actually couldn’t tell me if I’d even run any distance at all, so I hit the lap button after 3:51 had passed. I hoped that she would catch up to me while I slowly jogged to recover from a most likely too fast pace.