I viewed my planned workout for today. More 400 meter intervals were in order. I thought back to the last time that I did the 400m repeats and how I didn’t actually remember the correct time target for each repeat. I figured that a little help would be in order so I talked Garminia into taking on this task.
In my office, I communicated the planned workout and goal paces for each segment. The Garmin Training Center acted as a translator for this process so that there would be no misunderstandings once we hit the road.
Soon after I began the workout, Garminia started in on me. “Slow Down,” she chirped. I did as I was told, thinking how smart it was of Coach Jeff to dictate a slow warm-up pace that I would help me to be better prepared for the speed segments of the workout. The wind was blowing hard and I was delayed my signal for Garminia that I was beginning the first of ten 1/4-mile repeats.
I finally got brave and went for it. I signalled to Garminia and began running hard into the wind. She hollared for me to slow down. I was happy to comply. Within a few seconds, Garminia began hollering again. I couldn’t hear well enough to understand what she wanted. I looked at her only to find that she was done with the signal. I kept running. She began hollering again. I quickly looked her way to see her signalling “Speed Up.” I’m trying I whined. I pushed harder, feeling the wind playfully blocking my way like a big brother testing my abilities. “Speed Up” she hollered. “I am” I yelled back. Garminia kept on me “Speed Up…Speed Up…Speed Up!”